Chu Molin did not go to the office, but instead went to the mountain behind his house.
There's a place within the mountain known only to him, a place he discovered by chance.
Chu Molin laid on a rock, drifting into his memories.
He clearly remembered his childhood, when his mother was the one sweeping him off his feet. He spent most of his time with her till he was six, barely seeing his father.
"Mom, why are we here?" young Chu Molin asked his mother.
"Linlin, we're waiting for your father. He said he'd come to pick us up," Gong Xinya gently ran her fingers through her son's hair.
"Why didn't dad come to pick us up in the first place?" Little Chu Molin failed to understand the inherent intricacy.
He could only remember how his mother's smile felt bittersweet as she squatted before him to say: "Linlin, remember, no matter what happens in the future, always stay strong and aim to attain a position higher than a platoon chief, do you understand?"
