Village In The South
Although the old man didn't recognize me, he seemed to understand what I was looking for. He slowly turned around, his weathered face wrinkled with the lines of age and experience. He walked with measured steps toward the house in front of him and turned his head toward me.
"I know what you mean, panda," he said in a voice surprisingly strong for his age. "But you must be tired from your journey. Rest tonight and tomorrow we will see if we can help you."
Each time he called me by a different name, which annoyed me a little. But the thought of resting made me quite happy. I didn't know which route to take, so I followed him with tired eyes, thinking that the old man must know something.
The old man gave me a place to rest until morning. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, regardless of what kind of place it was. I didn't even have a chance to thank him. When I opened my eyes again in the morning, I was greeted by the sound of birds singing.