His tearful eyes were filled with hope and joy as he wore a dress made of broken animal clothes, withered muscles, skin, lean body, middle-aged face, wrinkles of old age and lameness of half a leg.

"Dad, I'm sorry, my son is late!" Chen Jiuzhen is really touched. People are not plants. Can they be merciless? He is like the autumn wind in the world. It is falling into the arms of middle-aged people and embracing him.

"Autumn Wind, Dad... It's not a dream, is it? The voice of middle-aged men is trembling slightly, and it's always a little unexpected.

"No, Dad, I'm back!" Chen Jiu nodded with great affirmation....