The afternoon sun wasn't particularly strong. Li Long walked home dragging his makeshift sled without feeling much strain. He was even in the mood to hum a few songs:
"The first snow of 2002 came a little later than before..."
"...I admit I'm that wolf in sheep's clothing, and you're my prey, the lamb in my jaws. I left my pack to wander alone, because I wouldn't let anyone else share you..."
"...Come on, come on, brother, we'll wade through water together and brave the fire together..."
He only remembered a few popular lines from each song. He had heard them plenty of times before, anyway. Whenever he couldn't keep singing one, he simply switched to another.
The USB drive in the Changan he had bought in his previous life had been full of songs by a certain Lang. After all, the singer had risen to fame in Northern Xinjiang.
Thinking about it, he really missed having a car, not having to get around on his own two legs.
Fortunately, although this young body hadn't had enough exercise, it was still better than the body of the old man in his sixties or seventies he had been before his death in his previous life. Even after walking seven or eight kilometers, he didn't feel tired at all. There was even a spring in his step, and he was in high spirits.
Because there was hope.
As home drew closer, Li Long quickened his pace. He dragged the plastic sheet a little farther and saw the Production Team's children playing on the road.
There were few people and few vehicles in those days, so safety was the main thing the roads had going for them. If a car passed by, the children could stay excited for ages.
"Li Qiang, your uncle's