The gates opened slowly, and a wave of familiarity hit her.
Every grass, every tree, every flower, and every leaf was just as she remembered.
"Hey, Miss!"
Seeing Ji Tian walk in by herself, he could no longer care whether it counted as trespassing or not, and he pleaded from behind, "Miss, let's go out first. It wouldn't be good to be seen, they might think you're stealing something."
Ji Tian stopped in her tracks and saw a woman, gray and dusty, wearing an apron while sweeping maple leaves at the corner.
The woman was probably in her fifties, her hair mostly white from excessive labor, hunchbacked, sweeping bit by bit. Occasionally picking up old toys the children had thrown away in the yard, she would grumble, "Such good toys, why throw them around? I have to lecture them later."
She wiped the mud off the toy with her apron and placed it neatly on the windowsill.
