Jiangnan Province Party Committee Courtyard.
Tang Residence.
Old Master Tang stood by the lake, his mind full of thoughts of his granddaughter who had been missing for all this time. These past few days, he had neither eaten nor slept well, and he felt very distressed and uncomfortable.
"It's been nearly half a year," Old Master Tang shivered into his overcoat.
At this moment, the gloomy sky began to drift with snowflakes.
Year after year,
Age after age;
The flowers remain the same each year,
But the people are different with every passing age.
Old Master Tang looked up at the sky, snowflakes landing on his white hair, hardly noticeable, the willows on the riverbank drooped with myriad catkins, and the lake surface was as calm as a mirror. While the landscape was like a painting, everything else had changed beyond recognition.
"Sigh..." Old Master Tang let out a sigh.
"Father," Tang Zhan approached slowly and said, "You're... thinking about Ru'er again, aren't you?"
