Next to the entrance of the courtyard, an old beggar had appeared at some point.
The old beggar had a face full of white beard, making it impossible to discern his exact age. His eyes were cloudy, he wore tattered clothes, and he constantly leaned against the eaves, conveniently shaded from the sun and sheltered from the rain.
By his side lay a travel bag, grimy and greasy, which passersby wouldn't even spare a glance, let alone touch.
But to him, this bag was a treasure, which he always clutched tightly.
Feeling pity for the old beggar, on his first day taking shelter under the eaves, Chen Yang brought him a meal during lunchtime.
After the beggar finished eating, Chen Yang would take back the dishes.
This continued for thirteen days, throughout which the old beggar remained silent, simply taking the dishes in silence, eating quickly, and then returning them to Chen Yang with a nod of thanks and a smile.
