Nie Guangyi followed Xuan Shi back to the old house.
It was an act of necessity.
This was clearly his grandfather's home.
Yet, he had to return with Xuan Shi, who used to be a bit socially anxious back in the day.
As of today, everything about Changqiao Village could no longer give him a sense of belonging.
He once loved it here.
He had many joyful summers.
Catching fish in the streams.
Cooling off on the long benches.
No homework, no piano practice.
Each day was so long.
He could play from sunrise to sunset.
Each day was also so short.
Opening his eyes, he hadn't had the chance to do anything before it was time to close them again.
Time was there to be squandered.
Years were there to be wasted.
For a young Nie Guangyi, this experience was new and fascinating.
Of course, from a very young age, he showed exceptional talent.
No matter what he learned, he was always a bit faster than the others.
But after all, he was still a child.
