Having lived in Nga Tsin Wai for over 20 years, CY Kong said straight out that he kind of missed the old days there. After his moving, whenever he went back to the village, all kinds of thoughts and feelings emerged in him. For reason he could not tell he liked to stand outside his old house and recall his growth in that old house, his departed mother and his childhood. Every time he used to sigh. The flashbacks of the childhood included going to school, tossing coins, clapping picture cards in Ma Temple and others. To him, the most unforgettable place was the open ground outside the Gate House, where Dried Seed Uncle ran his snacks stall and the kids gathered around the stall for chit chatting. When Dried Seed Uncle passed away, CY Kong and other teenagers helped out with his funeral, a manifestation of tremendous human sympathy. CY Kong started tossing coins on the open ground when he studied Form 1. The winner took his opponents’ coins, which was a form of betting.