Flagstone path, the shadow of the old locust tree, stone table and bamboo chairs.
Everything still looks like it did thirty years ago, the gentle scent of medicine mixed with the breath of plants and trees wafting towards me.
"Grandfather?"
Qin Ping'an suddenly turned his head and saw Chen Sheng standing under the old locust tree, dressed in a plain Daoist robe.
Chen Sheng nodded slowly, his tone calm yet carrying a weight of destiny:
"Go see your father and mother one last time."
"One last time?"
These four words exploded in Qin Ping'an's ears like a thunderclap, his heart pounded uncontrollably, a strong surge of unease swept over him, his qi and blood surged instantly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask:
"Grandfather, what do you mean by this? What happened to father and mother?"
But before he finished speaking, Chen Sheng's figure had already transformed into points of spirit light, dispersing into the clear breeze, leaving no trace behind.
