Take My Hand

Is there someone who's a little silly, a little absent-minded, and tucked away in your heart like that? Is there someone whose mere thought makes the corners of your mouth rise uncontrollably? Is there someone who always fills you with warmth when you're at your lowest and most helpless? Is there someone who always appears in your mind when you squint at the sun? Is there someone who wakes your heart in the middle of the night, leaving you lost in thought? She never asks. She just stands there, smiling foolishly, and asks when you'll come back. A Dai is a silly, absent-minded little person who never knows which way she's going. She always takes a long detour before she gets home, and if you ask her about it, she'll solemnly insist that she's just getting some exercise. Everyone has an A Dai in their heart. She is that person's hope. This is a heartwarming novel, what people call a slice-of-life farming story. The heroine might show up a little later. I need to set things up first before I can write her in. Take your time reading; we have time, don't we? It's not all glitz and glamour, or full of CEOs and glamorous older women. There's something else here... something you don't know. I wrote this story a long time ago by hand in a notebook. I still have to slowly transfer it to the computer, so updates may be a little slow. New story: Don't Look Down on the Elderly. Everyone's welcome to jump over and read it. Older story: My Family Raised a Qi Yunhan. Premise: