I was carrying a hundred steamed buns prepared for me by Qian Wang's family, with two water flasks hanging around my waist. I roughly oriented myself and then followed the road back from where I came. To be honest, this was the first time in my life that I had travelled so far on my own. Fortunately, the things I had experienced over the years had allowed me to grow a lot, not just in terms of my skills but also in how I interacted with others.
In fact, sometimes I thought that leaving school early wasn't necessarily a bad thing. While others were still in class, I had already stepped into society, stumbling and learning from my mistakes.
In a few years, when all my brothers from before had graduated, they would probably be just as lost as I was when I first left school, unable to understand what they should do, ignorant of the meaning of their lives, and unclear about which direction to take.
