In the car, on the back seat, Zheng Tan sat with the two kids, listening to Jiao Yuan incessantly talking about the time he went with Mr. Jiao to the fieldwork base. Having scored well on his final exams, Jiao Yuan spoke with newfound confidence, and the oppressive atmosphere that had surrounded him before the exams had finally completely dissipated.
Actually, Jiao Yuan was still young back then. Even if he had seen many things at the time, recalling them now, he might not remember much clearly, after all, his capacity to comprehend was limited at the time, and he didn't know much. He was only fixated on running around and playing everywhere. What linked his memories were essentially a set of photos taken back then and several specimens he made under Mr. Jiao's guidance.
Among the specimens were plants and insects, but since those were inconvenient to carry, he left them all at home and brought only a photo album. That single album was enough to keep Jiao Yuan talking non-stop.
