Lin Yuan fixed her gaze, and although the old lady in front of her had even grayer hair, more wrinkles, and a more hunched back, she could still recognize her as Aunt Chen, who had lived next door to her family for many years.
"Auntie!" Lin Yuan was both surprised and excited, quickly taking two steps towards her.
Aunt Chen also choked up with emotion, dropping the broken straw fan she was holding onto the ground, with some of the leaves falling off the fan.
"Da Ya, Da Ya, is it really you?" Aunt Chen, with tears streaming down her face, clutched Lin Yuan's arms, sobbing with excitement.
"Auntie, it's me, it's me!" Seeing the woman in front of her, who had clearly aged several years, Lin Yuan felt a deep ache in her heart.
By this time, Aunt Chen was too choked up to speak. In this unfamiliar place, being able to see Lin Yuan again, she felt like she was seeing her own family and just wanted to embrace her and pour out all the sorrows in her heart.
