Behind the rockery, the elderly man sat in a wheelchair, holding a birdcage in one hand and a leaf in the other, teasing the little bird inside the cage.
The bird in his cage had gold-red feathers that seemed to change in the sunlight, varying in depth and brightness, very beautiful.
"Look, Grandpa caught another worm for you."
The old man was so focused on playing with the bird and talking to it that he didn't notice Xiang Yiqing standing behind him.
Grandpa? Did he recognize this bird as his grandson? Or granddaughter?
Hearing the old man refer to himself as "Grandpa" to a bird, Xiang Yiqing frowned, stretched out his long legs, stepped forward, and looked at him speechlessly.
Only then did the old man notice him, raising his head with delight in his eyes, "Oh, my eldest grandson is back."
Then he remembered something, raised the birdcage in his hand, and said to Xiang Yiqing, "Come, let the two of you meet."
"Golden Feather, this is your brother, Qingqing."
