The old man and the old lady sat in the guardian's room, chatting softly.
Both of them were in their late sixties this year, not yet seventy, but because of years of toil, they appeared older. It had been hard, but their children had finally made it, and their good days had gradually begun to ease.
The old man sat there and heaved a sigh of relief, saying incessantly, "Ah, there are still more good people than not!"
"Even my daughter and son think I'm dirty, but Director An doesn't mind at all. He used his hand to help me out, really... Ah, such a good person!"
Indeed, anyone who experienced such an event would be endlessly grateful...
With his back against the bed, the old man was filled with emotion, while the old lady seemed to have something on her mind, sitting there without saying a word, her face a bit flushed and feverish.
Seeing his wife silent, the old man couldn't help but ask, "Old woman, what's the matter with you? Not talking?"
