Old Wang sat there with a vacant stare, not moving an inch even when he heard our footsteps; he didn't bother to lift his head, looking as if he had lost his soul. And frankly, given the current situation, Old Wang had already lost all hope, and seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, perhaps his heart had died as well.
"You must be Old Wang," I approached him and whispered, not daring to raise my voice for fear of awakening the ghosts in the courtyard.
At the sound of his name, Old Wang's body shuddered violently, but it was just that one time—soon he was back to his previous state of despair.
"I said you are Old Wang, right? I'm here to rescue you," I couldn't hide my frustration with him, perhaps because he saw no hope and the fire of life within him wouldn't rekindle.
After I said I was there to rescue him, Old Wang raised his head and looked me up and down extensively, then his face lit up slightly, and he stood up from the ground, reaching out to touch my chin.
