Upon hearing Grandma Li's words, a smile curled up on An Ran's lips, and she couldn't suppress it. She picked up a mountain peach from the table beside her and took a bite. The sweet peach was delightful, spreading sweetness from her mouth to her heart.
"You remind me of my younger days," Grandma Li suddenly said. "Over twenty years ago, a group of city kids came to our village, about your age. They came here for rural construction support."
An Ran bit into the peach and looked at Grandma Li, as if she had already immersed herself in a memory.
"At that time, I was just in my forties, my husband had died young, and I had no children. The villagers avoided me, and I understood the rules.
When the city folks arrived, everyone in the village went to see them. The larger households applied to the village chief, asking the young city people to stay with them, while I hid at home, not daring to go out.
