The light rain made the weather a little cooler. The old street of Yellow Springs Town was empty. Outside the old wine shop in the center, the old plaque of Yellow Springs Saber Tomb appeared black and yellow under the rain.
Under the eaves, a fit man was sitting on a small stool with a small table in front of him.
The five or six-year-old girl with braids was sitting opposite him. She was holding a brush and writing seriously while saying softly, "Dad, why is Grandpa Qiu missing?"
"Call him Uncle Qiu."
"But Grandpa Qiu is over fifty. He asked me to call him that…"
"…"
Xuanyuan Tiangang took a deep breath and raised his hand to rub the little girl's head. "Martial arts experts have long lives. It's not a problem to call him brother when he's in his fifties. If we meet him again in the future, call him Brother Qiu…"
"Gang'zi!"