Li Shi thought to himself.
He didn't mind his psychological age getting larger; after all, he was used to being big in everything.
Chatting with Teacher Bai, Li Shi purely enjoyed making a friend with common topics, whom he could talk to. It was quite interesting.
As for anything else, he didn't ponder much.
A few days later, February 8, the 23rd of the twelfth month of lunar year, it was Xiao Nian, the 'Small New Year' of the North.
Although the weather was getting colder, there wasn't much of the New Year's vibe in the city, except for the stores and supermarkets selling New Year goods.
Sometimes, Li Shi missed his childhood. Living in the countryside, although there wasn't much money or material abundance at home, New Year was always a joyful time. When the adults gave him money to buy cheap clothes in town, made tofu from homemade soy milk, butchered a pig for New Year… he was over the moon.
The other children in the village felt the same way.
