Even just leaning on the sofa and closing her eyes for a moment, she would enter a dream, in the dream—
Dad and Mom were old, sick, and she was in a very far, far, faraway place...
The plane seemed to fly from one end of the world to the other, so long that her eyes became dry.
She walked alone on the sidewalk, following where there were eaves, the sound of raindrops pattering on the eaves.
The wind blew on her arm, a cool breeze raising goosebumps.
She needed to smell the scent of this damp land, needed to be blown by this unfriendly wind, needed to gently lay down the thousand-jin heavy stone in her heart...
Xiao Meng remembered this street, the nearest to home and also the busiest, turning two more corners ahead was the famous Jinli and Kuanzhai Alley.
She loved a dessert shop deep in Jinli.
But she was fat as a child, her mother often seriously warned her not to eat, even if she did, it should only be in small, appropriate amounts.
But she liked it...
