"When I was very young, my father would take me out to gather herbs. At that time, my favorite thing was to sit in the basket on my father's back. I still remember that the big basket was filled with a soft mattress. It was very comfortable to sit on it. When my father moved up and down, it was as if I was sitting on the clouds!"
"When I was picking herbs, father would give me some delicious but worthless fruits and wild herbs to eat. Those days were the happiness that I would never forget in my life!"
Tang Yungui was lost in his memories. Lin Yi listened quietly and didn't urge him.
He didn't talk too much about his memories and quickly got to the point."One day, I was sitting in my basket again, eating wild fruits, and following my father across the mountains to pick herbs. On the way, we met an old herb-picking man. He looked like a celestial being, and he had a very otherworldly charm. This was what my father often lamented to me in private."
