My grandfather was the last Mr. Luyin in the village.
He only does one thing in his life: finding a way for others.
When a living person is lost, he brings him home.
When the dead are on their way, he gives them a ride.
When people's hearts go astray, he urges them to turn back.
When I was a child, I thought he was feudal, ridiculous, and embarrassing.
It wasn't until many years later, when I lost everything in the city, that I opened the "Road Book" he left behind.
