chuanbei, the jing family, by the pond in the backyard
the setting sun hung on the horizon, teetering on the verge of collapse. it dyed most of the sky a brilliant orange-red, sprinkling a faint layer of rose gold powder on the fish pond.
ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, and jing hanchuan's fishing rod shook. he raised his hand to reel in the line and quickly removed the fish. as he turned around, a white handkerchief was handed to him.
"thank you," he said. jing hanchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him. he was indeed different from before. he actually knew how to pass him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
this child had really grown up. he vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he always wore a yellow fisherman's hat and carried a fishing rod over. now, he could also take charge of a team. he could only sigh at the passing of time.
"you're too kind."
