On a warm winter afternoon, facing Ye Yuchen's first exchange, Nian Jinyuan fell into psychedelic memories, which seemed familiar but very strange.
Dappled sunshine slants on the path, clear water flows under the curved arch bridge, and there are circles of children in the open space in front of the yard.
The sound of shouting came from afar, and all the children playing hurriedly rushed over, stretching out their hands to ask for sweet candies from the kind old man.
Ye Yuchen suddenly said, come and work in my company.
It seems that I have no choice but to refuse. Walking on a path of time with overlapping light and shadow, I am slowly immersed in tender memories.
It doesn't come too early or too late, it's just the right time for you.