Early Monday morning, Xiao Man saw Sun Yiming waving at her as she walked out of her dormitory. He stood in front of a cluster of pomegranate trees, their branches weighed down by plump, enormous fruits. The sight reminded Xiao Man of meeting Elder Sun a few years ago in that large, shared courtyard in Wancheng. Mr. Sun had been lying on a bamboo chair, also with a grove of fruit-laden pomegranate trees behind him.
Xiao Man couldn't help but find it a little funny. 'They really are family, sharing the same tastes. Whether standing or sitting, the grandfather and grandson both seem to like having pomegranates as their backdrop.'
