The wagon wheel once again began to turn.
Shen Qing, along with several others, entered the village.
Shangao Village was secluded, seldom visited by outsiders, especially those who appeared to have a distinguished status.
As he walked into the village, other villagers who had heard the news came to see what was going on.
"Look how handsome he is! His eyes are truly beautiful."
"What material is his clothing made of? It looks all shiny. It's such a shame that such fine fabric is torn."
"..."
The villagers gathered together, pointing and discussing Shen Qing.
Shen Qing lay on a broken plank, eyes closed, resting his spirit and paying no attention to the villagers.
"Village chief, the guest has arrived."
The village chief removed the smoking pipe from his lips. The glossy pipe shimmered lightly under the sunlight.
He gently caressed the surface of the pipe, shook it under the doorway, and placed it on the stone threshold beside him.
