Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,He never thought he would one day, be able to see his son again.,When the roast duck was placed on the table, Lingling suddenly remembered something. She turned to Zhong Jiawei and said, "Mom, Dad said he'll send me to kindergarten tomorrow!"。