About one kilometer from the entrance of an seemingly abandoned old village, a teenager wearing a white sweatshirt walked from afar. "We have arrived," Nianyi adjusted his posture slightly. "This place is truly difficult to locate. I asked several drivers earlier, but none knew where it was. Finally, I found one who recognized it—but he almost refused to come when he heard the destination. Fortunately, I managed to persuade him after some insistence to drop me off at the outskirts, and I had to walk the rest of the way here. I’m absolutely exhausted."
"?" Nianyi glanced into the distance, where a faint figure seemed to be standing at the village entrance. "Could there still be people here?" he wondered. "Well, never mind—I’ll go check it out!" As he drew closer, he realized the figure was a man, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, roughly a head taller than him, dressed entirely in black and staring into the village. "Is this some new fashion trend? He looks like a gangster—what’s his deal?"
The man seemed to notice he was being watched, turned around, and their eyes met—Nianyi’s gaze was scrutiny, while the man froze for a moment before nodding slightly. "Are you also here to find someone in this village?"
Nianyi had been sizing the man up when the sudden turn caught him off guard. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly nodded at the question. "Yes, I am. Are you here to find someone too?"
The man nodded, then shook his head. "Not exactly. I’ve had this feeling that I’ve forgotten something extremely important. Over the years, I’ve searched many places. A while ago, a friend told me about this remote village, so I came to take a look—I think what I’m looking for might be here. Who are you looking for? The village is desolate. I glanced inside earlier, and there are a few people left, but very few—probably just the elderly."
Nianyi composed himself and replied, "I’m looking for my parents. They went missing here a few years ago while traveling. The local police had no leads, but after years of relentless searching, I finally found some clues—all pointing to this place. That’s why I came here to look for traces of them."
Ji Suinian nodded gently. "I see. In that case, why not make a friend along the way and travel together?"
Nianyi thought for a moment and answered, "Sure. This village seems completely cut off from the outside world—who knows if the people here think like modern people? Maybe this is a good idea."
"Great. My name is Ji Suinian. What’s yours?"
"Nianyi."
"Nice to meet you, Nianyi. Please take care of me."