The spring rain fell in a dense curtain, fine as cow hair.
It spread patches of dark wet stains across the bluestone road.
The air was filled with the scent of earth and fresh grass.
Li Chuan walked along the road.
Anning County's city walls gradually came into focus through the rain.
He entered the city with the others.
As he walked along the familiar streets, many places had changed, while some had remained the same.
The sugar figurine stall in the south of the city, where he had often gone as a child, was gone.
It had been replaced by a silk shop.
The crooked locust tree at the street corner was still there, though it had grown another circle thicker than he remembered.
I'll go take a look at the old house first, Li Chuan thought.
That was where he had lived when he had first crossed over.
That place carried countless memories.
Unfortunately... it had later been torn down and replaced with a restaurant.
Li Chuan sighed.
But when he reached that street this time, Li Chuan froze for a moment.
The restaurant was gone. Before him stood a familiar residence.
Blue bricks and dark tiles—the layout was almost identical to the old house in his memories.
Only the bricks and tiles were all new, clearly built not long ago.
An elderly man stood at the entrance, sweeping the rainwater from the steps.
Li Chuan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked:
"Sir, wasn't there a restaurant here before? How did it become a residence again?"
The old man paused his sweeping and gave a laugh.
"Young man, you must be from out of town, right?
You don't know about the old Li Family.
I heard their family produced some incredible figure.
Apparently he made something of