It was already evening.
In the glow of the setting sun, Wang Yi and Mitchell parked by the roadside, then walked up a small hill to the house.
"Woof, woof, woof..."
At the sound of several barks, a Chinese rural dog, common in the countryside, immediately bounded toward them.
Mitchell hurriedly stepped in front of Wang Yi and said, "Don't be afraid, boss. I'll protect you."
Wang Yi smiled and shook his head. He wasn't afraid of dogs to begin with.
Besides, someone had already come out of the house.
He called the dog off.
Then he came over to Wang Yi and Mitchell.
They were a middle-aged man and woman.
The man's face was covered in wrinkles, and the woman had a slight stoop.
At first, they looked confused, especially when they saw a foreigner had come to their home. That only made them more puzzled.
The man said something in the local dialect. When he saw that Wang Yi and Mitchell couldn't understand, he tried again in very halting Mandarin. "Who are you?"
Wang Yi was about to answer.
Suddenly, the woman exclaimed in surprise, "W-Wang Yi, are you Wang Yi?!"
The man glared at her and said in their local dialect, "What are you talking about? Why would Wang Yi come to our poor backwater?"
But the woman shook her head. "A few days ago, Xiao Yu was watching a basketball game. Wang Yi led China Team to the championship. I remember his face. He's Wang Yi!"
The man was about to say something, but Wang Yi nodded and smiled. "That's right. I'm Wang Yi."
The man and woman were both startled and delighted. With the simple, honest warmth typical of mountain folk, they hurriedly invited Wang Yi inside.
"It really is Wang Yi! Good heavens! Come