Everyone in the village, young and old, stared at the foreign car entering the village. In addition to curiosity, Fang Mu's eyes held an inprehensible excitement.
When the village children saw Mo Guangning getting out of the car parked in front of the village chief's house, they all happily came forward to greet him.
Other than the words "guangning" and "brother," Fang Mu couldn't understand what the tour guide and the child were saying, but they probably meant weling you back to your hometown, but still. It felt like a child said it. Talking to Mo Guang Ning was a bit... strangely, he
kept looking at me while we were talking.
Such a view is like looking at a product as if it were a piece of pork.
Mo Guangning probably sensed Fang Mu’s disfort. He drove the children out of the village without speaking a word to them. Then he said to Fang Mu, "I'm sorry, when I was in the village, I used to play with these bastards. I was a little excited about them, and I will never go back to play with them again. I told you not to e.”
As he said this, he told Fang Mu to go to the back room of the house on the right side of the car, and said, ``I'll take you to see the village chief, so please e in.''
"Uncle! Uncle!" After Fang Mu and Mo Guangning entered the house, Mo Guangning's screams were heard several times inside the house.
It was also at this time that Fang Mu learned that the current village chief of Wenya Village was Mo Guangning's uncle.
After a while, a tall, thin, dark-skinned, middle-aged man like Mo Guangning came into the backyard. Looking at Mo Guangning, the man seemed very happy.
After the two briefly exchanged greetings, uncle Mo Guangning formally turned his attention to Fang Mu.
``Hey, Mr. Ning, who is this person?'' The man spoke Mandarin with a slight accent. He looked at the foreigner Fan Mu curiously.
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