Creak~
The large door of the Feng Family's courtyard had not been opened for a long time until this moment. The young man stood outside his house looking at the silent village under the night sky and remembered his childhood spent here. This filled him with a sense of nostalgia.
He felt particularly sentimental tonight, because Feng Qing'an had a premonition that once he left, it would take many years for him to return. By then, the people and things he knew would have changed.
"Mr. Zhang…Er Pang…"
After cleaning up the yard, Feng Qing'an did not rush to leave the village. First, he visited the house of the teacher who had taught him how to read and write. Then he went to the house of the old friend who had agreed to adopt Heishan, his wolf.
He knew that he could no longer fulfill the expectations to bring glory to the family. And to the high hopes his friend had for him, finding a way to earn a living, Feng Qing'an felt powerless.
