Watching Grandma's slow-moving figure, Shen Siyuan shouted, "Grandma, go back, I'll come to see you again in a few days."
"Be careful on your way and give me a call when you get home."
Clearly, Grandma heard Shen Siyuan's voice, but she did not catch what he was saying; they were each saying their own thing.
Shen Siyuan did not stay in place any longer. He gently pressed on the accelerator and continued forward until Grandma's figure turned into a tiny black dot.
This time, Shen Siyuan rode his motorbike very slowly. The setting sun painted the clouds at the edge of the sky red, and the evening breeze brushed his face, bringing with it strands of coolness. The sounds of chirping insects from both sides of the road entered his ears; everything was so peaceful.
Just then, an old man came towards him with hands clasped behind his back and a stooped posture.
Shen Siyuan's eyes widened, and his face exhibited a hint of disbelief.
