With a bag of dumplings in her left hand and a bag of millet behind her right, and a bundle of dried sweet potatoes in her arms, Chuxia walked on the road home, her mind filled with the melody of "A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a chubby baby in the arms..."
Her grandparents were getting on in years, her eldest uncle and his wife had to go to the fields to work, her cousin Zhao Qihui was grieving, and her second uncle and his wife had never been fond of her... so Chuxia could only walk alone on the path home.
Taking a few steps and stopping, she had never missed the mixed smells of sweat, foot odor, and everything else as much as she missed... the bus!
In April, although the air still had a chill, it was another matter when carrying heavy loads. When she squatted by the roadside once more, nearly sticking out her tongue to cool off, she saw in the distance a vehicle-like object!
