Time Crossing
by Sheng Qiong
About This Novel
The old clothes and quilts are in the old house, and the old boxes and cabinets are in the old valley. Old tea and old wine reminisce about old love, and old couples enjoy old happiness. An ordinary eighty-one-year-old man wakes up on an ordinary morning. For a moment, the old man named Zeng Fengqing was as ignorant as a baby. In another moment, he came back to his senses, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a color filter, dim and soft. The bed beside me was empty, and my wife Gao Caiying had gotten up and left at some point. He dressed, washed, opened the door, walked to the balcony, and stretched a few times. This is a three-story building in Songkou Ancient Town. It has a single courtyard and is half new but not old. There are several lychee and yellow-skinned fruit trees scattered in the yard, with lush branches and leaves. Outside the building, a few hundred meters away, you can see a clear river, long and far-reaching.
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