Han Xiao's house was in an upscale neighborhood. I had no idea how long I sat waiting on the stairs.
I watched a little girl, about five years old, practicing cycling under her father's tutelage on a meandering trail.
Then I recalled when I was a kid learning how to ride a bicycle, Dongyu had watched me nervously as he carefully controlled the center of gravity of the bicycle from behind me.
At the time, I was only six years old. I stepped on the pedals and nervously gripped the handlebars. I looked like I was ready to die trying.
As Dongyu shouted at me to relax, he pushed the bicycle forward.
When I first started learning, I wasn't very proficient. I often lost my balance, but every time I was about to fall, Dongyu would rush up. His thin body could always withstand my weight.
