Grandma Zhou's home wasn't too far, so Yue Xiaofang didn't have the driver take her.
Carrying large and small gift boxes in her hands, she planned to take a leisurely stroll there.
It was a good opportunity to see the changes in Daye Village along the way.
Halfway there, Yue Xiaofang caught sight of a somewhat familiar person in the distance, but she couldn't be completely certain.
The man's hair was half white, and he carried a shoulder pole, with a bucket of water hooked at either end.
He was hunched over, whether from the weight of the buckets or the heavy burdens of life, it was hard to say.
Yue Xiaofang stood and watched for a while but still couldn't remember who it was.
It wasn't until a mother passed by with her son in tow.
The boy curiously looked at the man too, but his mother jerked his neck back.
"Don't look at him, Qiu Maode is sick in the head, you don't want him to fixate on you."
Yue Xiaofang had an epiphany, finally recalling who the person was.