As Cha Qing Luo thought about it, a nostalgic light flashed in her mind.
There were also some tears.
No matter how much time had passed, she would still miss her carefree childhood.
At that time, he didn't know anything and didn't think about anything. Every day in school was like completing a task. He studied and did his homework. Once the holidays came, he would go out and play, letting himself go.
In the summer, she would go to the river with her friends to catch fish and prawns.
When she caught them, her grandmother would fry them for her.
The smell was so fragrant.
Even now, she still missed the many deep-fried snacks she ate later on, but they were not as fragrant as her grandmother 's.
At that time, it often rained in the village, and the water in the river was very deep.
The villagers went to the river to wash their clothes.
Every time grandma didn't wash clothes, she would play by the river.
