Fang Yan accompanied Shao Qing back to the old house. It had not been occupied for a long time. The door was covered with weeds and the eaves were covered with webs woven by spiders. It took them a long time to clean them up. The moment they stepped in, Shao Qing saw a photo of her and her father hanging on the wall. Tears kept overflowing. Fang Yan helped him wipe away the tears, kissed her forehead, and hugged her.
Shao Qing looked at the old trolley outside the door and remembered that when she was a child, Tian Ran always liked to push her behind her, just like her brother, but now things have changed.
