Whenever Zhang Yun brought up her deceased son, tears would stream down her face, "Old Ning, when you're less busy, let's go find that family again. Every time I think of our son, I remember their help and how they took care of us."
"Yes. Yes, of course!" Ning Yibin muttered, "I remember that family had an eldest daughter named... named what was it... Li something Ping."
"Yueping."
"Was it Yueping?" Ning Yibin vaguely remembered it was not.
"How could it not be? It's Li Yueping! Later on, you should find someone to look her up, Li Yueping from Panshui Village in Yangshutai Town. I remember it very clearly. Even if the elderly folks at home are no longer around, at least that eldest daughter should still be alive, right? She should be around our age."
"Alright. We'll do as you say," Ning Yibin put his arm around Zhang Yun's shoulder as they walked home, "You can't keep taking sleeping pills tonight, okay? When I'm less busy, I'll take you out for a walk, to relax a bit!"