His state of mind had become completely different from before. In the past, he had integrated into the world; now, he watched it calmly from the sidelines, unable to blend in no matter what. This peculiar sensation struck Chen Xun as rather interesting.
Ten years later.
Chen Xun settled with Little Wuhen in a Small Mountain Village outside the city, opening a small clinic to muddle through the days.
As for why he had settled in this Small Mountain Village, Chen Xun had given it some thought. The village held feasts quite often, so he could tag along and join the bustle.
People's hearts were no longer what they used to be. Old Ancestor Chen Xun had ultimately passed this bad habit on to Little Wuhen.
Whenever there was a feast, Little Wuhen was sure to attend. He sat only at the children's table, and whenever little candies were handed out, he would inevitably snatch them away with lightning-fast hands, leaving the other children staring wide-eyed. Such a huge piece of candy?!
It was autumn now, and the rice in the paddies had ripened. A breeze swept through, making the golden stalks sway in the wind as though they shimmered with the joy of harvest.
In the orchard by the village, apples and pears hung thick upon the branches. The heavy fruits swayed in the autumn wind, their tempting fragrance spreading through the air.
The old houses in the village still stood tall, their red walls and dark tiles steeped in the weariness of passing years.
The leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard gradually yellowed. Golden leaves danced through the autumn wind as though recounting the tales of time.
The villagers wore simple autumn clothes and busied themselves in the fields during the harvest season. Laughter and