Fisherman (1)
Yun Lintian eyed the old man cautiously. He cast a quick glance around, finding no one else present.
"We're alone," the old man said calmly. "Just you and me."
Yun Lintian studied the old man for a moment, then walked over and sat on the boulder beside him, snatching the fishing rod.
A fleeting glance fell upon the old man's face. He appeared unremarkable, like any other rural elder. Yun Lintian glimpsed a hint of kindness in his clouded eyes, an inexplicable source of comfort.
With a smooth and proficient motion, Yun Lintian cast his line. The hook sailed in a graceful arc before settling with a soft plop on the water's surface.
Silence descended between them. The only sound was that of fish swimming around.
Yun Lintian's mind raced. Countless possibilities swirled in his head. He didn't know who this person was or his purpose.
As if reading Yun Lintian's thoughts, the old man suddenly spoke. "My name is Tian He."