He couldn't help but recall how Xiao Jie held the City First Middle School's admission notice earlier in the day—the fullness of expectation and the hidden worries in his eyes—a sense of anxiety he had never felt before spread over his heart.
The next morning, Uncle Wang arrived early at the teahouse near the old house, a habit he had maintained for years and also a place to exchange information with neighbors.
Today, he was exceptionally silent, drinking tea one cup after another, his gaze drifting out the window from time to time, as if deep in thought.
"Brother Wang, you've been looking worried lately, what's wrong? Is there an issue with City First Middle School?" Aunt Li, the tea shop owner, asked with concern.
Uncle Wang sighed, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist sharing his troubles, "Aunt Li, what do you think about Feng Shui? I've received some videos, all saying living in an old house might be bad for the kids."
