C1961 The Sound of the Mourners' Bells Was Long and Drawn-out(4)

Xue Shi was sitting on a bench in his own yard, cooling himself with one foot propped up.

After finishing his day's work and eating his fill, he should stay here to admire the moon and drink some tea. He was small and his face was covered with wrinkles. Although he was only in his forties, he already looked like an old man.

Suddenly, he saw a few figures walking toward him from not far away