Go home!
Shen Fanyun had longed for it, yearned for it, countless times.
Now, standing at his doorstep, he couldn't bring himself to take that final step. He hadn't seen them in over a decade. I wonder what Mom and Dad look like now? If I hadn't involved them all those years ago, they would probably be retired by now, enjoying a blissful life.
"Bro, let's go," Shen Bufan said, quickly packing up his stall and motioning to Shen Fanyun. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give myself a day off. If my brother's up for it, I'd love to get drunk with him.
For the past ten years, he had dreamed more than once of his older brother coming home. His parents also hoped that one day Shen Fanyun would appear before them, alive and well. But the days bled into one another, and their hair turned white with waiting. They never saw him again. More than once, Shen Bufan had found his parents sitting in Shen Fanyun's bedroom, endlessly sorting through the things he had once worn and used.
