Jiang Ning: "I've picked them before too."
Back when living conditions were scarce, he had no snacks to eat, so he often ran with his buddies to the fields to pull Mao Ya, gathering a large bunch before trading with the wealthier village kids for spicy sticks.
"Here's another one for you," Xue Yuantong produced yet another stalk and fed it to his mouth.
Today, pressed for time, Xue Yuantong had only picked a few stalks.
While eating Mao Ya, Xue Yuantong's eyes searched the roadside, vaguely spotting traces of them. But since she had to go to school, she couldn't ask Jiang Ning to stop the car to pick Mao Ya.
Xue Yuantong curbed her burgeoning impulse.
...
The gate of Fourth Middle School.
Upon entering, Jiang Ning immediately noticed that today, the school was quite different from usual.
Several large red banners were stretched across the gate announcing the 60th anniversary of Yuzhou Fourth Middle School, along with words of welcome for the alumni.
