When Yao Tianhai followed his fellow villagers onto the train heading to the major city, his understanding of the world also began to crumble.
In the major city, towering buildings rose, shadowing the sky.
Yao Tianhai stood at the base of the skyscrapers, craning his neck to its limit.
The light reflected from the glass curtain walls was like sharp arrows, but Yao Tianhai didn't find it dazzling.
His fellow villager said to him with pride:
"How about that? Jealous, aren't you?"
"Just look and be done with it, don't think about living inside."
"We are not the same kind of people as them, the difference is too great."
They were merely passersby in the city.
Yao Tianhai boarded the City Bus, taking a seat by the window.
The signs of street stores were so numerous they dazzled his eyes.
He pressed his eyes against the window, wishing he could remember all the store names.
When the bus stopped midway, Yao Tianhai looked up and could just see the restaurant on the second floor.