He felt the same way; how could a child who had never experienced college life possibly understand growth?
Nobody could deprive him of his college experience either. He was actually still underage. Even if he went to the hospital, no one would want him because that would be child labor.
He cycled very fast, still carrying his basketball on his back, and kept pedaling forward until he reached an old house on the outskirts of town. These houses were indeed quite old and probably faced demolition. Actually, many people in the area were waiting for demolition, but nobody knew exactly when it would happen.
And the person he was looking for lived here.
He parked his bicycle to one side, then hung the basketball on the front of the bike before stepping forward to knock on the door.
"Who's out there?"
Sang Zhilan was inside picking vegetables to cook. She shouted outside, "Old Wei, go open the door."