Xie Xiao and Luo Yanran's flight was early in the morning the next day.
Lin Yu's flight was on Sunday, and they were now able to have dinner and chat together that evening.
Xie Xiao looked at the clouds outside the window.
A wave of dizziness overcame him; they were already 23 years old, and by the time Lin Yu returned in three or four years, they would be 26 or 27.
They had met when they were only 11 or 12 years old.
Xie Xiao and his dad had helped an old lady by the roadside.
The person who came to contact her family was a skinny, dark-skinned kid.
At that time, the expression on Old Xie's face was one of astonishment.
Xie Xiao looked at the boy, who was about his age, with a curious gaze.
His tone was frantic, yet his thoughts were clear.
The look in his eyes was bright as he faced Xie Xiao, who thought, he wanted to make a friend; this boy seemed pretty cool.
Late they found out the boy's name was Lin Yu.
When the old lady came to, she thanked both father and son.
