The water of the Qingyi River flows quietly in the chest of this metropolis that blends classicism and modernity, silently describing the stories of the old city one after another, letting them settle, spread, and sail into the distance... At this time, a clear laughter came from the river bank, and the boy ran cheering on the bank, and the river seemed to become lighter because of it. A happy smile appeared in the white cloud-like long beard, and the boy couldn't help but stop... "Old sir" "Shh!" "Where are you from?" "I'm from the same place" "Where are you going?" "I'm going there" "My name is Chen, what's your name?" "My name is Zhai" "Old sir, why are you sitting here alone?" "Because I know you will come" "Do you know me? "Of course I do. I've known you since you couldn't pronounce your name. I also know that your mother's name is Ye Lan and your father's name is Ji Ting." "Huh?" The boy flashed his eyes, which were brighter and clearer than the clear sky at first. "Old sir, can you tell me what I will look like when I grow up?"
The old man smiled and stroked his white beard, gently closed his eyes, but said nothing...