The sweltering heat of the day had faded. Walking along a country path on a summer night, with a gentle breeze blowing and frogs croaking all around, was exceptionally refreshing.
Xu Changqing walked at a leisurely pace, looking here and there. Under the moonlight, everything she saw was unusually pleasing to the eye, so much so that a smile unknowingly graced her lips.
The threshing ground.
As expected.
At this hour.
Her grandfather and his old cronies were sitting in their usual spot, chatting about this year's harvest and swapping stories about their children and grandchildren.
And her grandfather—a man of few words, but with a magnanimity rarely seen—was surely deflecting with his usual humility whenever someone praised his children and grandchildren. 'It's nothing, it's nothing. Everyone is the same.'
