Near the village at the foot of Mount Xuan Pin, the fisherman who was originally fishing seemed to have sensed something and opened his eyes. He glanced over and gave a knowing smile.
The woodcutter who was logging heaved a sigh of relief and turned around.
When he saw the two of them hugging under the peach blossom tree, the woodcutter grinned and continued waving his axe to chop wood.
The farmer who was originally plowing stopped the hoe in his hand and stood up to look over. A simple and honest smile appeared on his slightly withered face.
In front of a straw hut at the foot of the mountain, an old man in a loose white robe was half-lying on a rocking chair. An open tattered book covered his face and his white beard was tugged by the children beside him.
The naughty children tugged at the old man's beard and swung him on the swing, letting out laughter. They played happily but the old man was not angry.
