When the walls fell, everyone was ready to shove.
Lin Nianhe felt it was his duty to heed Comrade Old Lin's teaching—to always unite and follow in the steps of his comrades... and help push this wall down.
"Uncle Wong, did you miss me?"
That evening, after class, Lin Nianhe went straight to Wong Xiao's office, bringing along a bag of hazelnuts harvested last fall.
Seeing Lin Nianhe, Wong Xiao couldn't help but smile, fearing the term 'uncle' might just fall to the ground, he quickly responded: "Missed you, missed you. Have you rested up these past days?"
"Much better, you also look rejuvenated. Oh, look, seems like you've got some black hair now." Lin Nianhe's keen eyes spotted a bit of black amidst the white.
"That's right, feeling refreshed and even the hair's turned black again." Wong Xiao tousled his hair and poured a glass of water for Lin Nianhe before asking, "So, what's up? Let's skip the pleasantries between us."
