"Mm."
Xiao Xiao looked toward the wisteria trellis as well.
He nodded.
"It's beautiful."
"This was planted by my wife..."
The old man's eyes filled with emotion.
Xiao Xiao paused slightly.
"Your wife..."
There was no one else in the house.
Even without going inside, he could tell.
Whenever he'd run into the old man, he'd always been alone.
The old man's wife...
"She went to stay with our child in the city."
The old man said with a beaming smile.
Xiao Xiao: ...
He blinked.
Then he smiled.
"Oh, I see."
"I was wondering why I hadn't seen Grandma..."
"Ah, we shouldn't stand here chatting."
The old man remembered why he'd hurried back.
"I need to get a move on..."
"Grandpa Zou, let me help."
Since there was no way to change the old man's mind, Xiao Xiao decided to join him.
"No need."
The old man waved him off as he walked.
"This was meant to be a gift for you."
"A souvenir, as they call it."
"If you lend a hand... then what would that make it?"
"No, no."
The old man was adamant.
"Why don't you go for a walk around the village?"
The old man recalled seeing Xiao Xiao walking through the village.
Was he sightseeing?
Though he didn't quite understand. Hadn't Young Friend Xiao already toured the village yesterday?
Was there really that much to see in such a small village?
The old man shook his head.
He realized he'd got the wrong idea.
Perhaps Young Friend Xiao had meant exactly what he'd said earlier.
He was simply taking a walk.
"Come back here before you leave."
"You can take the pastries I make with you."
Xiao Xiao still followed the old man to the