After all, before the age of twelve, he had lived here all along.
"Not much has changed."
The old surroundings evoked many memories for Zhang Fan. He remembered that back then, the family of three lived in an old house. His parents left early and returned late, and sometimes when there was no food at home, they would have him go to the alley entrance to buy some marinated food.
At that time, Zhang Fan's family was like most ordinary families; their days weren't affluent, but they were happy.
"There used to be quite a few stalls here." Zhang Fan walked to the alley entrance.
He remembered walking home from school; every time he would pass by this alley entrance, before nightfall, there were many stalls: tossed vegetables, roasted duck, wrapped meat, fried tofu... nearly all were food.
"Xiao Fan... is that Xiao Fan!?"
Just then, a gruff voice rang out, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts over.
