"What is so mysterious that she talks with the Secretary of the Party Committee to the village head?" The old lady took a pair of clean chopsticks and put a chicken thigh into Kong Jiayi's rice bowl.

"Maybe I'm going to work out of town, and maybe I don't go home very often." Li Wenlong put down his chopsticks.

"Aren't you in the city now? Aren't they often not coming back?" The old man asked doubtfully, "Do you mean you want to go farther?"

"It's not too far to say, but I don't think I'll come back very often in the future." Speaking, Li Wenlong looked at Kong Jiayi again....