The continuous, melancholic rain has unknowingly drifted into the late spring and early summer. The recent thunderous rainstorms have washed over this gray little town, cleansing my weariness and dispelling the inexplicable sadness that often visited in April. Is it that people always feel happier when they are close to happiness, but become anxious when they are in the midst of it?
In April, I went back home, spending two days in Changsha and a day and a half in Shuangfeng. Most of the time was actually spent on transportation. I met up with my dear Miss D, whom I hadn’t seen for over three months, and then summoned my long-lost younger sister XH from another corner of Changsha city. Finally, the three of us had a happy, simple meal together. Speaking of which, the clever and capable younger sister has already started her own business after resigning from her job in Shenzhen. The energy within her small body is truly admirable. Except for the occasional glimpse of a wealthy girl’s demeanor in her coquettish voice, she is usually simple, modest, and generous. She is the kind of little heroine who doesn’t hesitate to “rescue” in critical moments. Miss D is a unique character; it would take three days and nights to talk about her. In short, we all like her.