The original name of the story is "Ghost Stories from the Old House"
I never knew where I was born or who my parents were. As long as I can remember, I have been living in a quiet and dark old house with the woman who adopted me until I was admitted to college at the age of eighteen.
The night before I left home to go to school, the woman called me into her room and said, "You are an adult at the age of eighteen. I have fulfilled all my obligations to you. After you leave, you don't have to come back."
Early the next morning, I packed my simple luggage and went out alone. When she left, the door to the woman's room was still closed. As a woman would wish, we did not say goodbye.
When I reached the entrance of the alley, I couldn't help but turn around. The alley was filled with morning mist, like a winding tube filled with steam, and I couldn't see anything clearly, let alone the old house buried at the end of the alley and on the corner.
To this day, I still remember clearly: I didn't feel the slightest nostalgia or sadness on the day I left. On the contrary, my heart is excited, like a bird that has just broken free from the cage and rushed from the darkness into the light!
This separation lasted ten years in the blink of an eye.
I originally thought: From now on, I would never see a woman again, and there would be no need to return to that old house. However,
Things are unpredictable!