During the autumn harvest moon festival of my senior year, the weather had already turned a bit cool. 。It so happened that Wei Qingfeng's uncle and second uncle came to visit, bringing with them twenty or so people from our family to gather at his house for a reunion dinner. 。,As we were talking, I don't know how the topic somehow shifted to Wei Qifeng and me. Everyone brainstormed and chatted happily.,My youngest son, Wei Qingfeng, is one year older than me.。