Cloud-Bearing Lane.
The moon of old shone into the weed-choked ancestral home.
The laughter and birdsong of days gone by still lingered in his ears, yet the familiar faces of those days were hard to see again.
"Jinhuan, what exactly does 'old climber' mean?"
"Climbing high in old age, rising higher with every step..."
"Oh~ Then I'll call you Little Climber from now on-passing the examinations while you're young. Hmm... Coal Ball can be Bird Climber!"
"Gooji~"
Xie Jinhuan sat on the steps of the Main Room, a jar of wine beside him.
The wine was Hero's Tears, bought on Changle Street, with a market price of sixty taels. In his memory, he had never seen a whole jar. Even his father had only drunk a few cups at a feast at County Magistrate Wu's home, then bragged about it for years.
Now he could afford fine wine, but alas, the son wished to provide for his father, and the old climber was gone!
Where on earth had the old man gone...
Xie Jinhuan picked up the wine jug and took a swig. As he silently pondered, the courtyard suddenly grew a little darker.
Looking up, he saw the peerless giant Succubus, no less than five meters tall, appear before him again. She carried a giant Red Umbrella over her shoulder, her scarlet gown adorned with golden dragons, as breathtaking as when they first met.
"Weren't you going to sleep at Wanyi's? Why are you drinking your troubles away?"
"I saw an illusion just now. It stirred up some memories, so I came home for a look."
Xie Jinhuan gathered his thoughts, stood, and looked over Ghost Wife, whose robes blotted out the sky:
"A bet's a bet. You promised to let me hold you while we danced. No