In these years of engaging in trading, I have been anxious every day, fearing to miss out and fearing losses. I have not felt easy for a single day.

Can you remember when was the easiest time in the past?

It seems I can still clearly remember it, a summer afternoon more than ten years ago, in my grandmother's bungalow, with all the doors wide open, listening to the chirping of cicadas and birds, lying on the ground soaking up the sun.

Don't talk about your worries; there isn't even a trivial matter in my heart. I'll fall asleep soon.

In the more than ten years that followed, there were many changes; Grandma passed away, the house was forcibly demolished, and the trees in the yard were also dug up. After that, there was never again such an afternoon.

What exactly is it that we pursue in life? Perhaps after earning enough money in the future, what we really want is to buy back a courtyard like that.

But can that be the same?