He had always hoped that he didn’t have to go home after school and accompany Xu Zheng to the sandbox, but now he had lost the reason to go home.
He was too scared to even look under the table whenever he walked by the living room – his brother’s red bucket was under it.
Seeing it made him think of Xu Zheng waiting for him every day with his legs tucked in on the chair, and this tortured Xu Ping so much he was racked with pain.
The sun was setting when he finally headed home.
It was the same Xinmin Road, the same comic book stand. Xu Ping walked past it indifferently; he did not want to read that stuff anymore.
A thousand heroes could not compare to that stupid brother of his.
He paced into the courtyard of the Cultural Troupe’s complex with his head down only to bump into a familiar someone wearing black square-framed glasses and a grey jacket.
It was Zhang Jinmin running in such a rush that his glasses were slipping off his ears. He rejoiced when he saw Xu Ping.
“Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you for ages! Hurry! Come home with me now! The police found your brother!”