Rise of the Humble O

This is Xiahe Village, an ordinary yet extraordinary little village.,After running down the slope, Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked down. He saw a small piece of noodles lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind.,At this time, Zhu Ping'an's heart was filled with warmth. The family members of this life, whether it was his hot-tempered mother, his taciturn father, or his older brother who was about ten years old but surprisingly mature and honest, were all kind to him from the bottom of their hearts.。