Ning An quietly appeared behind him.
Zhang Weimin looked at the big steamed bun in his hand, his emaciated face filled with joy:
"Wanmin is still very good, just like when he was a child, he cares for me. What a good child."
He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also seemed to be speaking to Ning An.
He took out a big steamed bun, disregarding the steaming heat, and took a hearty bite.
Then he took out another big steamed bun, threw it on the ground, and patted the big black dog's head:
"Eat quickly, it's meat-filled. It's hard to have a nice meal, after eating, we can be on our way."
...
Ning An casually found a small stall and sat down.
As for Zhang Weimin, he left with the big black dog.
According to what he said, he was going to his son's house to have his son send him off on his final journey.
According to Zhang Weimin's words, his son has been his life for decades, how he treats him daily he won't say, but sending him off when he's gone, is that too much?
