Sixty-seven Memory Weaver

Liu Sang skillfully pushed open the door of his house, after all, his house was right next to Wang Taozhi's. But stepping into his own silent home, Liu Sang suddenly felt that perhaps it wouldn't have been a bad idea to sit at Wang Taozhi's place for a while.

"These old folks sure know how to have fun..." Liu Sang stretched a lazy yawn and then flopped onto the couch, shaking his head helplessly.

Liu Sang's parents had gone traveling with Wang Taozhi's parents, embarking on a round-the-world trip no less. They had been gone for a month now, and today, during business hours, Liu Sang had received a text message. It was from his parents, sent from the Island Nation, and even depicted Mount Fuji.

You could tell the old couple was happy, as were Wang Taozhi's parents next to them.