The schoolbag had a considerable weight to it. Xu Changqing hefted it, then slung it across her body. Her steps on the way to the threshing ground felt heavy, much like her heart at that moment.
"Qingzi's back." From a distance, Xu Changhai saw his cousin returning alone. He wasn't surprised that Bai Chenggang, who had just run off, hadn't come back with her.
The two of them had been thick as thieves since childhood. Over the years, the only people who got close to the inseparable pair were Xu Sanhu and Shen Weimin.
One was Xu Sanhu, who was as strong and simple-minded as his name suggested—not much more to say about him. The other was Shen Weimin. 'Wasn't he the nephew of my aunt's husband?' Their relationship was just so-so.
Technically, they were all relatives. In fact, if you traced the family lines, he was more closely related to Shen Weimin than Bai Chenggang or even Changqing were. But relationships could be a strange thing.
