It felt like only yesterday they'd taken down the thick cotton curtain that blocked the winter wind from the courtyard gate and hung up the slatted bamboo one for summer.
Time is a funny thing. You could say it moves slowly, but you could also say it flies. In the blink of an eye, it was early summer—an early summer that still carried a hint of late spring, so it wasn't too hot yet.
Over a month had passed since He Youfeng and the other five had left. During that time, besides the telegram they sent to report their safe arrival, several letters had also come, one after another.
The spring-summer session of the biannual Import and Export Fair in the South was now drawing to a close. In his last letter, He Youfeng had mentioned he would be starting his journey home soon.
