A Comfortable Life

Every day, the old man chatted with some elderly friends at the village entrance, so after hearing Qin Xi's words, he stood up and said to him, "Then I'll head off first. When it's time to sleep tonight, everything will already be prepared for you."

Qin Xi nodded and said, "All right."

Then the old man walked out of his own courtyard, closed the bamboo gate, and headed toward the village entrance.

Qin Xi watched the old man's hunched shoulders. Living alone in a place like this, he felt that even an ordinary person's life was truly far from easy.

The setting sun sank in the west, and evening had already arrived. The sun had slowly gone down behind the mountain, but there was still a little light spilling into the courtyard. Qin Xi felt this kind of life was truly very comfortable.

He could hear a few crisp birdcalls in the distance, along with the calls of some unknown frogs, and the sound of cicadas.

Daoist Yangmei listened to all those disorderly sounds and felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. After all, he had not slept well these past few days. He wanted to go back into the room and lie down properly, but the moment he thought of how sweltering it was inside, he felt it would be more comfortable to lie on this old wicker chair, rocking back and forth as he slept, so he did not move.

He said stickily to Qin Xi, "I'll sleep for a while first. Wake me when you go to bed tonight."

After all, the night was very cool. If he lay here for an entire night, he would definitely fall ill.

Qin Xi said to him, "All right."

Then he realized that for the past three or four days,