Chen Yanzhi pushed open the mottled wooden door of the old house, and an old smell mixed with moisture, rotten wood and a touch of herbs hit his face. The sun shines through the patio and onto the moss-covered stone slabs in the yard, creating mottled light and shadow. This is the place where my grandfather has lived all his life, and it is also the warmest harbor in his childhood memories. Now, he was alone.
He was laid off from a large factory, and his girlfriend also broke up with him at this time. Under the double blow, he was like a deflated rubber ball. The only thing left is this old house and the stone left by my grandfather.
"Grandpa, I'm back." Chen Yanzhi said softly, his voice echoing in the empty yard. He put his luggage in the main room and his eyes fell on the dark stone on the altar table. Before his death, my grandfather solemnly handed it over to the Guantian Stone, saying only: "This is the lifeblood of your Chen family, take good care of it."
The stone is slightly cool to the touch and feels warm to the touch. Its surface is covered with irregular lines, like star trails or ancient runes. Chen Yanzhi tried to touch it with his mind, but there was no response. He sighed and put the stone back on the altar. Now, he needs to deal with real troubles.
