"Are you afraid of him? Forty-Six is very docile."
"A little bit, haha. By the way, Grandpa, when are you going home? When you go home, can you take me with you? I want to go to your place to borrow someone's phone."
"Okay, but I'm not going back now. Forty-six hasn't eaten enough yet."
"That's no problem, I can wait until he's full."
"You are so young."
"ah?"
“I also have two young people like you by my side.”
"Oh~ then that must be your family member?"
"have no idea."
"??have no idea?"
“She was as young as you, then she got old, and then she had a daughter who is as young as you.”
"??? Are you talking about your wife and daughter?"
How could anyone describe their wife and daughter like that?
Wen Yan began to feel that something was wrong.
She felt that the old man might not be in good mental condition or have a mental problem.
Perhaps I'm getting a little confused due to my age.
Sure enough, the old man started rambling incoherently.
"I have no wife, but my brother has a wife and children. I've been with this tree for fifty years. Can anyone tell me the answer?"
"Can anyone tell me the answer?"
"Can anyone tell me the answer?"
When the old man looked into the distance and began repeating the question as if no one else was around, Wen Yan was almost certain that he was sick.
She didn't know how to respond.
The old man stood up at that moment.
Accompanying his movement to get up was a muffled thud.
Wen Yan looked in the direction of the sound.
Well, here comes a smartphone.
The old man just said he didn't have a cell phone.
Looks like he's really getting senile.
Wen Yan shook her head and picked up the old man's phone.
As soon as Wen Yan straightened up, she saw the old man pick up a lamp from the ground.
She quickly stepped forward to stop him: "No, Grandpa, that should be mine."
That must have been the one she picked from the water and brought into this world with her. The lamp was in the same spot where she was lying when she woke up.
The old man seemed not to hear Wen Yan's voice, and walked shakily toward the big tree covered with wind chime lights.
Wen Yan didn't stop her, for fear of frightening the old man.
At worst, I can remember where he hung the light and then find an opportunity to take it back.
Under Wen Yan's watchful gaze, the old man slowly raised his hand and hung the lamp up.
A gust of wind came, and they made a crisp, ethereal sound.
Wen Yan's vision was also blurred by the dust on the ground. In her blurred vision, the old man's hand that was holding up the hanging lamp actually overlapped with the slender young hand that she was seeing in the lamplight.
But when you rub your eyes and open them again, you see a frail, wrinkled hand.
Wen Yan sighed, not knowing where she was at all...
Just as I was feeling down, a young and loud female voice suddenly rang out from not far behind me.
"Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen~"
Mr. Shen?
Sink?
Wen Yan turned around subconsciously.
Then a young woman in her twenties ran towards them.
She ran very fast. She had a healthy complexion and long, shiny black hair that was braided and hung down in front of her chest. She looked like a local.
Upon seeing Wen Yan, she flashed a big smile, her Mandarin tinged with an accent.
Are you a tourist? Here for sightseeing?
Wen Yan nodded and repeated the same excuse she had made up for the old man to the young woman.
The young woman looked kind and simple, and she didn't doubt Wen Yan's words at all. She even offered to take Wen Yan to their village to make phone calls to her contacts.
Wen Yan thanked her and then asked, "Are you here to see that old man?"
The young woman nodded: "Yes. Mr. Shen is getting old and has Alzheimer's disease. Sometimes he often forgets to go home for meals. I've come to call him back for dinner."
Wen Yan glanced at the old man. He had already hung up the lamp and was now standing under the big tree, looking at something and thinking about something.
Wen Yan pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "He's sick, why didn't you take better care of him? The grasslands here are so vast, and he even has a horse. He told me he rode here on horseback. He's so old, what if he falls off his horse or runs too far away?"
The young woman was somewhat surprised: "He told you he came on horseback?? He was just joking, he's not sure about the details now."
The girl pointed to her head as she spoke, and continued:
"He wouldn't dare ride Forty-Six; he always leads it back and forth. You know, Forty-Six is a long-lived horse; he's fifty years old this year!"
"Fifty! Do horses live that long?"
"No, usually it's only about 30 years, but Forty-Six has been with Mr. Shen for almost 50 years. Isn't that amazing? But that's because Mr. Shen takes good care of him. He never lets Forty-Six carry anything."
Wen Yan nodded: "Then he must be a very kind and gentle person, I can tell."
"Gentle? By the way, Mr. Shen just talked to you a lot, didn't he?"
"Yes, what's wrong? You seem surprised."
"That's right. Mr. Shen usually doesn't talk to strangers. Besides, this is Mr. Shen's place, and he usually doesn't allow others to get close here."
"Here? This place is so big!" Wen Yan looked around. "You mean this big tree, right?"
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