A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Fan Xian sat on the couch and gently held his grandmother's hands. He found that the wrinkles on her hand had become even deeper. He felt a fear of soon being separated from his flesh and blood. After taking her pulse, he found that his grandmother had just caught a cold. There wasn't anything wrong in particular with her body. However, she was getting old. The oil was running dry, and the light was about to fade. He didn't know how many more years she could hang on.
Thinking of this, his mood became depressed. In addition to the shock that the Emperor downstairs had brought, it made him sink into silence.
After the second floor was silent for a long time, the old woman sighed and said, "Just what are you worried about?"
"I don't know what path to tread?" Fan Xian looked at his grandmother's serious expression and smiled slightly as he spoke. He knew that there was a warm heart hidden under his grandmother's severe expression.