The afternoon sunlight was just right, and Old Master Ma was lying on a lounge chair, covered with a quilt, his eyes half-closed, holding a radio from which a storytelling program was broadcasting. It was unclear whether the old gentleman was asleep.
"The fight outside is about to boil over, and here you are still in the mood to listen to stories and sleep. You really are in good spirits!"
Jiang Xiaobai pushed open the bamboo gate and walked in, looking around this courtyard that could definitely be considered chic in a rural setting. In terms of leisure and refinement, perhaps no one in Songlin Town could compare to this centenarian.
"Overworrying consumes the mind, and when the mind is consumed, one does not live long."
Lying there, Old Master Ma opened his eyes; he hadn't been asleep, merely resting with his eyes closed.
