Tang Zelin sat for a while in front of his comrade's grave. When he was descending the mountain, he happened to bump into Peng Sanye, who had just finished his errands.
"Grandpa Sanye."
"Ah, you went out?" Peng Sanye saw him coming from the direction of the mountain and hesitated before asking, "Did you go to see Xiaojun?"
Tang Zelin nodded, "Yeah, had some drinks with him."
Peng Sanye sighed and said nothing. Some things didn't need to be voiced; they were understood in the heart.
Walking with Tang Zelin a few steps inside, he suddenly said, "Just went to Old Gangtou's house. People in the village want to go hunting in the mountains, possibly in the next few days. You staying here for a few days, lad? Interested in joining them for a look?"
"Into the mountains to hunt?" Tang Zelin showed a pleased expression.
