"So, should I meet him or not?" Guo Zhenghe asked.
"Better not," Xu Xinyuan said. "Meeting him is dangerous."
"Well, the man has come all the way here, and I'd be doing him a disservice by not seeing him," Guo Zhenghe said with a smile. "How about I just meet him from afar?"
"What do you mean to say?"
"We'll talk about this later." Guo Zhenghe smiled and waved.
The day was sunny, and the sky was bright.
A visitor appeared in the northern village. The man looked to be in his 40s and had a golden complexion. He wore rather old clothes as he walked on the village road.
A ringing chime was heard from behind him as he moved to the side.
A man in his 20s riding a bicycle stopped near the man. He eyed him for a bit.
"You are not from here," the young man said.
"Indeed."
"Where are you from?"
"The south."
"What are you doing here?"
"Just looking around," the middle-aged replied with a smile.
