"Honey, we have to go to school."
Mother Xu walked to Shen Mingyu with a pink bunny schoolbag in her right hand, holding her slender wrist, and the warm body temperature on her wrist drew her attention back.
"Okay, mom."
She was seven years old at that time, just the right age to enter the first grade. She couldn't help but sigh when she thought that she, a college student who had graduated many years ago, had to relearn the first grade knowledge.
Sitting in the car, Shen Mingyu looked around the city 27 years ago with curiosity. At that time, there were no tall buildings rising from the ground. There were flat buildings of different heights everywhere. The roads were all poured with cement. There were not many cars. Most people rode bicycles on the road and in the traffic.
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