The countryside was filled with the flavor of the New Year, as every household set off firecrackers before meals.
Without realizing it, snow began to drift down from the sky, swirling and fluttering,
Fu Yan watched as they drew closer to the small town, his heart beating ever more intensely.
It's been a long time since he last saw her, a few years now, three or four years perhaps.
Even little Ball from his sister's home turned four already.
Suppressing the impulse to immediately look for her, Fu Yan parked the car at the entrance of his grandmother's old house instead.
After Grandma passed away, nobody else visited the countryside house. Before coming, he went back home once to fetch the keys.
A layer of dust had coated everything inside. Fu Yan first affixed the spring couplets, which made the house seem more lively before he began cleaning.
That evening, the long-uninhabited old house was lit up, and several kids, thinking it was haunted, peered inside through the door.
