Upon returning to Mt. One Finger, Fangzheng and Red Boy suffered from insomnia.
Red Boy missed home as he watched the stars while lying on the rooftop, mumbling something. Squirrel sat beside him, looking up as well as he dazed off.
Fangzheng lay in the meditation room, looking at the ceiling. He recalled the scene he saw when he first struck the drum. Parents… He had them too. But where were they? Were they sad when they left him behind? After all these years, did they miss him? Probably not, right? Otherwise, they would have paid him a visit.
With this in mind, Fangzheng's heart winced. He subconsciously took out a photograph. It was a picture of Zen Master One Finger, and he was smiling amiably. The picture didn't show the many wrinkles he later developed. His brows were still black, and he looked good as he smiled.
Without realizing it, Fangzheng fell asleep hugging Zen Master One Finger's photograph.
An uneventful night passed.
