"Ah, little girl, it must have been a couple of years since you last set up a stall here, huh?"
Unexpectedly running into an acquaintance, Zhou Yiyi was delighted, "Grandma, happy New Year! I'm so happy to see you; I've been studying in L City, you know?"
"Ah yes, yes, of course, how could I forget? You're a senior this year, right?"
"Grandma, you have a great memory, indeed! Just half a year left until graduation, and who knows when we'll meet again once I start university!"
"You really work hard, having to set up a stall even during the New Year. Is it cold?"
Zhou Yiyi shook her head with a smile, "It's fine. Seeing so many familiar faces support me makes it not feel hard at all."
From the fourth day of the Chinese New Year in junior high to senior high, four years had passed. Some passersby still remembered her so clearly—how could it not move her?
