"I came back to have a look and drank a bit with Zhao Sanlin. He got drunk and fell asleep on my bed at home. I had nowhere else to sleep, so I came here to sit for a while," Jiang Xiaobai said.
Qin Xianglian stood beside a tree by the roadside, "Everything here still looks the same as before."
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Yes, fortunately, nothing has changed here. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where to find my childhood memories."
Qin Xianglian said, "I remember when you were kids, this was your favorite place to play. Every time Xiao Lang would come back home covered in mud. Once you said you'd wash his head, but ended up with his whole head, except for his eyes, smeared with mud."
Jiang Xiaobai laughed, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. Thinking back, Xiao Lang went home crying that day. I was worried for a long time, fearing you would come to my house demanding an explanation."
