The old man saw this, and the expression of gratification on his face grew even richer, like a deep pool continually being replenished with warm spring water. He slowly and gently raised his hand—a hand as withered as an old tree branch, yet carrying a steady composure forged by the passage of time. With boundless affection, he stroked his grey beard, his movements as soft as if he were caressing the most precious treasure in the world.
A tender warmth now showed on his wrinkled face, every crease seeming to tell a story of the past. His gaze grew distant, as if piercing through the tunnel of time to catch sight of a faraway yesterday. With a look of fond remembrance, he said, "Kid, you must remember to have Yuer come and see this old man of hers. It's been quite a long time since she last came to check on this old fogey." At this, his voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of reproach and an even greater measure of anticipation.
"Remember to bring the food she makes herself when she comes to see me." His tone was saturated with deep longing, his eyes flashing with memories of happier times gone by. He was completely immersed in those warm recollections, unable to pull himself away for a long time.
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