As night fell, the granny leaned on her walking stick in the courtyard, waving from afar as she said her farewells, "Remember to come back during the May Day holiday, grandma will cook for you."
The rural night was serene, occasionally punctuated by the sound of cicadas. The wheat fields swayed in the wind like ocean waves, while in the distance lay a chain of uninterrupted mountains under a sky gradually filling with stars.
"Got it, granny, you take good care of yourself, the caretaker and the doctor will come to see you tomorrow!" Chen Jing said as she walked backward, waving her hand. The deeply peaceful and serene look in her eyes reflected the dim lights of the country, and she pursed her red lips as if reluctant to leave. Her long crimson hair fluttered in the evening breeze, tangling everywhere. The ends of her hair, charming as hooks, swayed on her shoulders as if dancing.
