Shenyang.
Yang Yi dragged his luggage through the familiar alley.
People around greeted him enthusiastically.
"Little Yang is back!"
"Wow, how's England?"
"Old Yang would be so happy to know you're back!"
…
Yang Yi smiled and responded to these neighbors one by one.
As he walked away, people turned to look at Yang Yi, giving him thumbs up.
"Old Yang raised a good kid!"
"Yeah, a Ph.D., a returnee, now he can just wait to enjoy life!"
"But it's been quite a struggle, studying until 31, then going abroad, the Old Yang family has had it tough, but now, their tough times should be over!"
"Who wouldn't agree? Old Yang's family is doing well now."
…
Listening to the neighbors' praise and envy, Yang Yi's steps suddenly hesitated.
He used to come back home full of cheer, but this time, Yang Yi felt heavy steps, almost unable to lift his feet.
Just as the neighbor said.
For an ordinary family, supporting him to study up to Ph.D. was really difficult.
