Special thanks to Huangfeiteng for the criticism and suggestions offered to me, from which I have benefited immensely; I hope fellow book lovers will generously point out my flaws.
Hearing someone call his name from the crowd, Li Qiu turned around and saw a thin, stooped old man with white hair and a beard. The wrinkles on his face looked as though they had been carved in layers, and his eyes were brimming with affection. As he gazed at Li Qiu, he trembled with such violent emotion that his silk garments fluttered in the wind. After calling out once, the old man was too choked up to speak another word.
Looking at the thin old man and that weathered face, Li Qiu instantly recognized his own kin, yet the overlapping wrinkles on his face made him hesitant. Standing there, he softly asked the old man, "Grandfather, is that you?"
Chapter 33