Gao Yang accompanied Yarebin slowly walking out of his home.
From the moment this house was purchased, from every angle, it became Yarebin's home.
Yarebin was in great spirits, with high interest, having moved past the stage of being timid near home, he had reached the moment of excitement for returning to his hometown.
"Look over there, that house with the blue roof, it used to be the home of my father's friend. I had a very good relationship with a girl living there; she moved away when I was ten. I don't know why, but her sister always hated me, probably because I buried her doll in the ground; we were playing funeral games."
Gao Yang couldn't help but laugh, and said, "Funeral games, Teacher, your childhood games were quite unique."
"Well, kids, it's normal to want to imitate what we see, oh, look there, that big tree, follow me!"
Suddenly, Yarebin quickened his pace towards the tree, and then started eagerly circling the tree, muttering.
