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The snow fluttered down gently, only those with a tranquil mind could hear the sound as it touched the ground.
Song Cheng always had excellent hearing.
The snow fell softly and lightly, as if the heavens were using the earth as a zither, playing quietly.
He held an umbrella, standing on the West City wall with Lady Zhushan.
After a long while, he spoke: "Granny, are you still worried?"
He had already confirmed that Lady Zhushan was indeed much older than him, old enough to be his great-grandmother. Recently, during a "family gathering," his form of address had changed.
Tong Jia exclaimed: "Calling me Senior feels distant!"
Song Cheng asked: "Then what should I call you?"
Tong Jia decided: "Call me Granny."
So, Song Cheng called her that, and Lady Zhushan accepted it.
