Time flies, and the seasons flow like a river.
In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed.
On this day, Xu Qing, with a stooped figure, arrived at the city gate on a cart.
The gatekeeper was a child from the family of Old Liu from Xinping Street, whose grandfather was once buried by Xu Qing's rites.
The two were somewhat acquainted.
"Old Master Xu, at your age, why are you going out by yourself? Your children should have been here to help take care of you..."
Xu Qing, sitting on the cart, replied with a smile, "The children are busy; I don't want to trouble them. Besides, I still get around quite well. If there comes a day when I can't go out, if they come back to send me off, I'll be content."
Watching Xu Qing leave, the gatekeeper shook his head.