The end of the station was a somewhat shabby bus stop. After getting off the bus, a five-minute walk would lead to a slightly dated street, with single and double-story shops lined up neatly on both sides.
Chen Pingchuan's home was located in a six-story, circular residential building not far from the street, which was named the Happy Life District.
This somewhat narrow street had become his daily route. Due to a lack of maintenance, the once-smooth concrete surface was now bumpy and riddled with cracks. Some of the concrete had even started to peel off, exposing the gravel base underneath.
Chen Pingchuan carried his schoolbag, his head down, walking briskly toward his home. However, a familiar voice once again reached his ears.
"Oh, Da Chuanzi, you're back! Why so early today? Have you had lunch? If not, come to Aunt Li's for some dumplings."
