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On this warm and sunny day, Teacher Zhuang wore a well-worn yet tidy cloth shirt, his face adorned with a gentle smile reminiscent of the sun. With one hand firmly holding onto Zhuang Tunan, a spirited boy with bright eyes, and the other hand guiding Zhuang Xiao Ting, a sweet girl with her hair styled in playful pigtails, he walked at a leisurely pace towards Grandma Zhuang's house. Along the way, the siblings bounced like two cheerful larks, occasionally cheering at the wildflowers blooming by the roadside or eagerly asking Teacher Zhuang if Grandma would prepare soft, sweet pastries. Their innocent voices and laughter filled the path leading to Grandma Zhuang's home with joy.
Upon reaching the slightly old and weathered red gate of Grandma Zhuang's courtyard, Teacher Zhuang raised his hand to knock gently. With a long creak, the door slowly opened, revealing Grandma Zhuang's face, marked by the passage of time. However, unlike her usual warm welcome, her brow was slightly furrowed this time; her gaze lacked its usual warmth and instead held a hint of impatience. She moved aside to let them in with a somewhat dismissive gesture, muttering about how many people had come and that the house was in disarray.
Inside, a chill lingered in the air. Just as everyone settled down and conversation had yet to warm up, they heard a timid rustling at the door. Turning towards the sound, they saw a frail little boy squeezing through the gap—Peng Fei. He looked so thin that he seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over. His clothes were patched in several places; although they had been washed with care, they still exuded an air of age. His hair was tousled, with strands sticking to his forehead from sweat, making his small face appear even paler. Only his large, dark eyes resembled deep pools of water—filled with anxiety, fear, and caution. He nervously tugged at the hem of his shirt, shrinking back against the doorframe, unsure whether to enter or retreat.
Peng Fei's mother had once responded to the grand call for young intellectuals to venture into distant and harsh lands. Over time, faced with numerous hardships and helplessness, she could only grit her teeth and send her young child back to Suzhou to live with relatives, hoping that they would provide him with warmth and care. Little did she know that Grandma Zhuang had grown old and stubborn in her ways; her younger brothers were equally narrow-minded and viewed Peng Fei as an unwelcome burden. They treated him coldly or spoke harshly to him, creating an atmosphere in the home that felt like an ice cellar—making it unbearable for little Peng Fei.
As everyone sat together discussing briefly, their gazes turned toward Teacher Zhuang in unison. Known for his kindness and sense of responsibility—and being Peng Fei's maternal uncle—he understood that adding another person to their household was no trivial matter. He knew they would face many challenges ahead. Yet looking at Peng Fei’s pitiful yet hopeful expression stirred familial affection within him. With a deep sigh, he stood up and approached Peng Fei, gently smoothing down his messy hair while softly saying, "Peng Fei, don’t be afraid. Come home with your uncle; my home will be your safe haven from now on."
Instantly, tears welled up in Peng Fei's eyes as he clutched Teacher Zhuang's shirt tightly like a lifeline and nodded vigorously.
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