Under the blurry lights, the exhaled smoke seemed ethereal.
"The Feng Family from Yang City, they once had some impressive characters... Such a shame, they didn't outlive that old man!"
In a tropical country, a small village.
The sound of a motorcycle approached from a distance and stopped in front of a residence.
A young man carrying a large durian walked in. His gaze swept the room, not finding a familiar figure.
"Grandma? Where are you?" the young man called out.
"Over here."
An aged voice responded from inside the house.
The young man's face showed a slight relief as he quickly followed the voice.
At this time, instead of sitting at the door picking vegetables or chatting with neighbors as usual, the old woman was inside, leaning against a window, wearing reading glasses, deeply frowning at an invitation in her hands.
"What are you looking at?" The young man walked over and bent down to read the printed characters.
