"Meng Zhiqing came back this time to see your in-laws, right?"
Meng Yunhan smiled and said, "This time I came back to take them to Kyoto."
At this remark, people started to envy Yun's father and mother.
The things Yun's father and mother did, although it had been over a decade ago, some people with good memories still remembered it.
"Now your parents will enjoy their fortune with you."
All these years, having repeatedly seen Yun's father going to pick up packages, one could easily guess who had sent them.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the New Year's celebrations,
Meng Yunhan and Yun Hao did not bring gifts, but rather went to the Yun Family's old house empty-handed.
Now, the Yun Family's old house was all made of brick and tile.
At that moment, Yun's father and mother were preparing to go into the mountains to pick some mushrooms to dry.
It had rained a bit last night.
