"Uncle Lin, this is the homework I've recently done. Could you take it to Zixuan for me and let him have a look?" Wenhan said, holding a stack of papers. Zixuan had already gone to the town to study, but he often asked his father to bring some assignments given by the teacher. Every time Wenhan got these, he would carefully store them away and then take the time to slowly study them. Sometimes, he would even complete the assignments and send them back to Zixuan for his review. The bond between boys didn't need much words—sometimes, no words were necessary.
"Sure, Wenhan, you can't neglect your studies. Who knows, maybe someday your dad will be able to send you to town for schooling. It would be a shame not to study with a bright mind like yours," the Xing family's Uncle Lin said, patting Wenhan's head with a touch of regret.
