Little New Year had arrived, and with it, the countdown to New Year's Eve grew shorter.
In every household at this time, a good deal of the New Year's shopping had already been done.
It was on this day that Lin Aiguo came to Lin Xia's stall.
When he arrived, Lin Xia and Lin Dong had just finished their work, sitting down to rest their feet, while people were still busy at Jiang Mingyuan's stall.
Seeing Lin Aiguo, Lin Dong stood up with a whoosh, bracing himself and coldly looking at him with caution.
The last time he had seen this father was half a year ago, after a fight that followed the middle school exams.
Both had changed; one had grown taller and more solid, while the other had aged and become hunched.
Lin Aiguo also sized up his son. After a long absence, he had grown taller and filled out, his features maturing on his face, shedding the naivety of youth for a look of mature determination.
