Perhaps this was a false impression, but Cao Qinglang always felt like time was rushing past extremely quickly. In the past, time used to flow slowly like the calm waters of a large river. Now, however, it quickly gurgled forward like the rapid flow of a mountain stream. In fact, it felt as if he could hear the rushing water.0

In just the blink of an eye, autumn had already passed and winter had already arrived. The first snow of the year started to fall, yet the snowflakes were already as large as goose feathers. Waking up in the morning and gazing out of his window at the vast sheet of white snow, Cao Qinglang was completely stumped and barely able to believe what he was seeing.0

He put on his clothes and shoes and hurriedly walked out of his room. His first thought was to tell that person that it was snowing heavily. However, Cao Qinglang could only scratch his head as he looked at the door of the wing room. He finally remembered that Chen Ping'an had left a long time ago. 0

However, he always felt as if Chen Ping’an were still sitting there, still sitting on that small stool in the courtyard. He would sit there in the morning, and sit there at night. It was as if Cao Qinglang could see him whenever he walked out of his room. Chen Ping'an didn't speak much, but he would always smile when he looked at Cao Qinglang.5

The little boy hoped that this was auspicious snow heralding a bountiful year.0

Cao Qinglang raised his hands and breathed some warm air into them. It was quite cold, so he needed to put on an extra layer of clothes. He returned to his room and put on another layer, making sure that his clothes were straight and proper. He sat in front of the small wooden table that his dad had personally made for him, and he flipped open a book and started to loudly recite the sagely essays.4

Near the end of autumn, a new teacher had arrived at the private school and replaced...2