Yan Liqiang knelt in front of the old man and directed the old man to tightly hold onto his shoulders. With the old man's upper body leaning against him, he carefully grabbed the old man's thigh and slowly stood up…
"Sir, are you alright? If you feel pain, just let me know…"
"Young man, you're such a kind soul. Sorry for troubling you…" The old man was touched.
"It's alright, it's alright. Let me bring you down the mountain…"
"Okay. The road is slippery and steep. Be careful, young man…"
"Don't you worry Sir…"
For Yan Liqiang, carrying an old man whose weight was not even seventy kilograms was a simple task. He did not even feel fatigue as he walked carefully down the mountain.
"Young man, where are you from…"
As they traveled down the mountain, the old man struck up a conversation with Yan Liqiang.
"I don't have a home. The four corners of the world is my home…" Yan Liqiang smiled sadly.
