"Wow, it's been so long since I've been here. Brother Yang, do you still remember swimming here with us?"
Yue'er pointed at the fish pond in front of her.
Because of the heavy rain that had fallen for a few days recently, the water level in the fish pond was quite high. Spanning nearly a hundred acres, the pond resembled a small lake with an expansive surface where the wind created sizable waves that lapped against the shore's grasses.
Looking at the big fish pond in front of him, Lin Yang was also flooded with memories.
When they were kids, after the summer rice harvest, they were always so dirty that they would collectively run here and jump into the pond for a bath.
However, every time parents would come with branches ripped off from the roadside trees and whip them, chasing them back home.
Because the middle of this pond was very deep, rumored to be six or seven meters, Lin Yang had also heard about several villagers who nearly drowned there.
