Chapter 61 The Chinese New Year

The setting sun dipped westward.

A gaunt yet spirited old man, leading a semi-grown child, meandered along the dirt road toward home.

The semi-grown child fussed about not wanting to walk, waiting for his father's motorcycle.

The old man laughed, "Hehe, don't fuss, watch how your dad marches…"

…

Yang Ge opened his eyes, the dream's orange sunset seemed to illuminate the dark room.

His grandfather's emaciated face, like an animated image, smiled at him in his mind, waved, and called his name.

His rigid thoughts seemed to drift into memories, turning back into his younger self, clutching his grandfather's dry yet warm hand as they followed the winding dirt road home...

The road home, so very long.

No matter how they walked, home was never in sight...

He just stared blankly at the old man and the child, walking along the dirt road, on and on.

Until dawn broke.

The rooster crowed.

The dream finally ended...