This was a door he had knocked on countless times.
The second day of the Chinese New Year.
Chongqing, Jiulongpo.
A standalone courtyard by the street.
Fang Huai and Chen Shuang had been classmates for 12 years, from elementary to high school. Their friendship hadn't started out strong, but it grew from mutual attraction as fellow academically struggling students and a shared ideal of skipping classes to go online, becoming like brothers in adversity.
They were not only conjugate fathers and sons but also seen by each other's parents as their child's bad influences.
However, it was because of the trust in his and Chen Shuang's ramshackle friendship that Uncle Chen approved Yang Shaoqing's last visit to play with him.
He betrayed that trust.
This door, hard to enter.
Today was still going solo.
My parents usually yell like crazy, but when it comes to this, they chicken out.
