Chapter 4: The Year of Second Year in High School
Song Ting threw Nan Jiu onto the curb and let her scream. After that rough tugging, Nan Jiu’s hair and clothes were a mess—utterly embarrassing. The moment her hands were…
Song Ting threw Nan Jiu onto the curb and let her scream. After that rough tugging, Nan Jiu’s hair and clothes were a mess—utterly embarrassing. The moment her hands were…
After Nan Zhendong left, that same night, Nan Jiu’s Grandfather closed the door to the Tea House, leaned on his cane, and sat down heavily in the carved redwood chair…
Nan Jiu changed into her vest and finally agreed to walk with a straight back. Song Ting was behind the counter unpacking cigarettes; he took out a pack, slipped it…
The year Nan Jiu started middle school, her stepmother gave birth to a younger brother. Her father, Nan Zhendong, was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling. He stayed at the…
He guarded the old teahouse, year after year, never changing. With a single copper kettle and a covered tea bowl, the fragrance of tea lingered as time itself seemed frozen…