Born Together

The young boy leans on his staff and learns to walk. Lao Xian's baby steps were staggering, and his steps became wider and wider as he walked. On a rugged path at the foot of the mountain, an old man took a two or three-year-old child. The old man went up and down, and the child went left and right. As the night approaches, sometimes it rains continuously, and the child's cough from time to time makes the old man feel even heavier, and his feet speed up a little bit unconsciously... Grandpa, is there really a fairy temple? Don't you say that immortals are the most unreliable? Why do you still take me to the immortal temple? Ahem... The old man coughed twice, but instead of answering the child, he walked faster towards the mountainside...