"Wuwuwu-"
On the dock, a slightly dilapidated iron ferry set sail.
He sat on the seat by the window and looked at the blue sky and the endless sea outside the cabin.
Yang Fan's gaze was rather complicated.
There was nostalgia, sadness, and a hint of excitement that was difficult to hide.
For Yang Fan, even though he would return to his hometown fishing village every two years, he was still a little worried.
But this time, the meaning of his return was clearly different.
Because this time, he was not leaving.
After studying and working in the bustling Shanghai for six years, Yang Fan was already a little tired of the fast-paced life in the big city.
In addition to the fortuitous encounter he had a few days ago.
It made him instantly determined to return to his hometown fishing village and live a leisurely life by the sea.
After all, with the existence of that 'fortuitous encounter,' the small fishing village was undoubtedly more suitable for him to develop than the Great Demon City!
Looking at the blue sea and sky of his hometown.
As his thoughts flew.
Soon, the ferry arrived at the pier of Dragon King Town.
Yang Fan's hometown was in a small fishing village under Dragon King Town.
After getting off the ferry, Yang Fan took a three-wheeled motorcycle in town and drove a few kilometers of bumpy mountain roads.
Finally, he arrived at his hometown, Whale Village!
……
Whale Village was built on the mountain.
It faced the sea on one side and was surrounded by mountains on three sides.
The natural scenery was really amazing. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was picturesque. It had the most simple and primitive style of a farming village.
However, due to the fact that the roads were too remote and undeveloped, there was no development for a long time.
"Phew…"
Looking at the small fishing village that he had lived in for more than ten years, Yang Fan took a deep breath.
There was a faint fishy smell in the fresh air.
This smell was extremely familiar.
It instantly made Yang Fan recall some childhood scenes.
The so-called fear of home.
Once again stepping on his homeland, Yang Fan's mood was still quite complicated.
After standing at the village entrance for a while, he pulled his suitcase and slowly walked towards his house.
The sun was scorching hot, and most of the villagers had gone out to sea to fish in the afternoon.
Therefore, he did not meet any familiar faces along the way. He only saw a few children running around in the village. Yang Fan had been away from home for many years and did not know whose family they belonged to.
Soon, they arrived in front of a three-story bungalow.
Compared to most of the tile-roofed houses and a few scattered two-story buildings in the village, this three-story house was undoubtedly quite magnificent.
Not only was it adjacent to the coast and in a great location, but it also surrounded a large open space as a courtyard.
It was like a villa with a sea view.
However, it was obvious.
This house had not been lived in for a long time.
The tightly shut iron gate was rusted, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds.
It was a desolate scene.
And this three-story bungalow was Yang Fan's home.
Six years ago, Yang Fan's parents went fishing in the distant sea and encountered a sudden storm.
Yang Fan, who had just entered her freshman year, couldn't take such a blow. She was so dejected that she almost wanted to drop out of university.
However, when he thought about the proudest thing his parents had done when they were alive, it was that his son had been admitted to a prestigious university.
Yang Fan finally endured his grief and completed his studies.
In the past six years, although Yang Fan had returned to his hometown a few times on the anniversary of his parents 'death, he always left on the same day.
Therefore, this house had not been inhabited for six years.
Time could take away everything, including grief.
Six years had passed, and Yang Fan had long walked out of the darkest moment of his parents 'accidental death.
"Dad, Mom, I'm home…"
Yang Fan stood at the door and muttered. Then, he took out a bunch of keys from his bag and opened the lock of the big iron door.
She was about to push the door open and enter.
But at this moment.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the tall weeds in the courtyard.
Then, a skinny old yellow dog limped out.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Although the old yellow dog was so old that it could not even stand steadily, it still roared at Yang Fan aggressively. It had a fierce stance that it would pounce on Yang Fan if he dared to enter the door.
"Big Yellow?"
Seeing this old yellow dog, Yang Fan was instantly a little excited.
This old yellow dog was raised by a puppy he brought back from his neighbor's house when he was ten years old. It could be said to be his closest playmate when he was young.
Now, his old friend was over fifteen years old, and he was already old!
Seeing Big Yellow acting so mature, Yang Fan felt a lump in his throat. He quickly took two steps forward and squatted beside the old yellow dog.
The old yellow dog's eyes were already dizzy. At first, he didn't recognize Yang Fan at all.
Yang Fan almost exploded when he got close to it.
But then, the extremely familiar smell on Yang Fan's body was immediately recognized by Rhubarb.
This was the master he had been waiting for!
"Woof woof woof!"
After recognizing its owner, the old yellow dog jumped into Yang Fan's arms and rubbed against him affectionately, appearing extremely excited.
Rhubarb and Yang Fan had a deep relationship. Before Yang Fan left the fishing village, he gave it to his best friend in the village.
However, Rhubarb still liked to crawl into Yang Fan's courtyard every day and wait bitterly for its master to come home.
Touching the old yellow dog's skinny body, Yang Fan was in tears.
When Big Yellow was young, he was the most powerful and majestic male dog in the village, but now he looked so weak.
"Big Yellow, I'm sorry! I'm back. I won't leave again!"
Yang Fan stroked Big Yellow's dull, withered hair and muttered with red eyes.
He saw his old friend, Big Yellow, still waiting for his return at home after six years.
Yang Fan was really extremely touched and also extremely guilty.
At this moment, he thought of The Story of Hachi the Loyal Dog.
In the movie, after the death of its owner, the akita inu waited for its owner until he died of old age…
"Woof woof woof!"
As if it understood Yang Fan's words, Rhubarb circled around Yang Fan's legs excitedly.
Yang Fan smiled and patted his head. Then, he suddenly thought of something.
"Oh right, I wonder if the golden drops refined by the dragon pearl can improve Big Yellow's body?”
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