"If I went back, did you have any places you'd recommend I visit?"
"I don't know. I went to too few places in my previous life."
"Then... where was your home?"
"Didn't I tell you?"
"More specifically."
"XXXXXX."
"That's a mouthful."
"Well, it's Chinese."
"But I wrote it down."
That dream stayed in my mind afterward.
It had clearly only been a dream, yet that address was incredibly clear.
After waking up, I sat by the bed in a daze for a long time.
"XXXXXX..."
I softly repeated it once.
A few days later, I officially resigned from my job.
My coworkers were all surprised. After all, I had worked there for many years.
Someone asked whether I was planning to retire.
I merely smiled.
"Something like that."
"What are you planning to do after retirement?"
"Travel around."
"Where to?"
I thought about it.
"China."
After the plane landed, I took a taxi to the address from my dream.
After getting out, I still had to walk for a while.
"It should be here."
After walking some distance, I arrived in front of an old house.
A tree stood by the entrance. It had grown very large, its branches and leaves covering half the courtyard.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
A white-haired old woman stood in the doorway.
She looked very old, but she was still in good spirits.
The old woman glanced at me and spoke.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
It was Chinese.
I took out my phone, preparing to translate.
However, the old woman tilted her head, then switched to Japanese.
"Are you Japanese?"
"Huh? Ah, yes..."
"What is it?"
"Um..."
I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer.
Was I supposed to say I had dreamed about this place...?
But