Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 37

Afterwards, the pair headed towards Ke Rou's home. On their way home, Nathan would often tell Ke Rou stories of
faraway places. All of those stories seemed far more attractive than her life in this old town. Despite the colourful lifestyle in
the Chinese city, Ke Rou still didn't feel content. She often like she was trapped in an obsolete realm.
"How I wish I could go and see the world," said KeRou, her voice filled with yearning.
"Just come with me and your wish shall come true!" replied Nathan instantly.
Ke Rou stopped in her tracks and stared at the soldier with disbelief. A shade of red started creeping the boy's face. "That
is... if you want to, "stammered Nathan as he rubbed his neck.
"I would love to!" exclaimed Ke Rou as her face shone with radiance. She gave a quick peck on his cheek and sprinted
home.
Ke Rou ran home as she smiled at the rosy sky. As the sun cast its remaining rays into the sky, the sky was instantly dyed
into a magnificent shade of pink. Yet, so overcame with joy was the girl, she failed to notice the group of sanguineous
clouds gathering in the distance.
During dinner, Ke Rou sat at the table patching up her pair of shoes.
Ke Rou said, "Granny, why are you still weaving those shoes? It's not going to amount to anything with factories moving
in and the textile industry developing so rapidly in Shanghai."
The shopkeeper stood up and said, "It's not about money but about inheriting our ancestors' wisdom