Although the current Forbidden City does not have the colorful and magnificent buildings of later generations, its heavy sense of age makes people involuntarily feel a sense of admiration.
An old man who was staggering and leaning on a cane passed by the two of them. He had a severe hunchback and was breathing heavily.
When he reached a puddle, he bent down and nearly fell. Qin Huai quickly reached out to help him up and said, "Old man, why are you visiting the Forbidden City alone?"
The old man said: "This is my home, not for viewing."
Qin Huai said respectfully, "Old man, it seems your ancestors were at least nobles?"
The old man smiled strangely and said, "Prince? Do you think I look like him?"
"And who are you?"
"Just a servant."
"I'm old now, and I don't have much time left. I came to see where I used to live. I don't know when I'll be gone."
After talking too much, a sharp voice came out, and Qin Huai finally understood who he was.
The old man looked at Qin Huai's face as he spoke, and suddenly his expression froze as he asked, "Young man, how old are you? Where are you from?"
"Old man, I'm nineteen and from Wanbei County."
"Oh." The old man said with a disappointed look on his face, "It's not you, it's not you."
He ignored Qin Huai and walked slowly forward.
Maggie Cheung said: "This old man talks incoherently, it's so weird."
Qin Huai said, "I'm old and my mind isn't working well. Let's continue the tour."
I turned my head to look at the old man, and in a short while, he disappeared. Although he was obviously old, he was still walking very fast.
The Forbidden City today is just like the old man just now, full of an air of decay and old age. I'm afraid it will have to be restored after the 1980s.
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