"Brother Li, what did you catch this time?" Chen Ying asked with a smile.
"Nothing much, just a wild snake."
Chen Ying glanced at the sack and gasped, "Wow, it's a big one. It looks pretty long."
Li Zhengxiong chuckled sheepishly, "Not that long, just about as thick as your wrist, and around 150 centimeters in length."
"Brother Zhou, do you know how to catch snakes?" Chen Ying stared blankly at Li Zhengxiong's retreating figure, her gaze full of nostalgic memories. She suddenly remembered that Zhou Zheng was a teacher—how would he know how to catch snakes? Yet there was a lingering trace of hope in her heart.
Hope for what?
It was back then, in front of Tian Sangsang's courtyard, bathed in the shimmering morning sunlight.
His hair, blacker than ink;
His eyes, like the stars and sea; so deep, so dazzling;
She wished she could become a little countryside fish, swimming freely in the depths of his eyes.
