My Reunion with My Old Love Caused a Storm in the Village

I simply packed my luggage and rushed back to the village overnight. Along the way, images of running in the fields and picking fruits in the yard with my grandfather kept popping up in my mind. Those beautiful memories are like sharp blades, cutting into my heart. Back in the village, it was already dark. The village was enveloped in an atmosphere of sadness, and the white filial piety cloth was fluttering in the wind. I looked at the familiar yet strange village with mixed feelings in my heart.