Fang Yi left Qiaotou Lane and walked slowly along the lakeside by himself. Xiao Liuzi actually had a grandmother like that! A smile appeared involuntarily at the corner of his mouth.
Inadvertently, he glanced at the reflection in the water—the graceful silhouettes of a row of weeping willows on the opposite bank, swaying in the wind, elegant and transcendent. Every slender green willow branch was both supple and strong.
For some reason, Fang Yi thought again of Sister-in-law Zhou from Zhangjiazhuang, who had perished in the sea of fire. He raised his head to look at the faint, distant mountains to the south and let out a deep sigh. He wondered how Uncle Zhang Qiang and Xiaojie were getting along in the temple. Was becoming a monk truly the right choice?
Chapter 24