South, a small town.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan, this is probably the best state after growing old.
A few years ago, Chen Pingsheng left the Modu Chen Family and chose to be a rural and carefree elder in this remote village, tending a few acres of land daily away from worldly concerns.
In this small village, he set up a little yard, where his daily work was loosening soil and planting vegetables.
Then, he would make himself a couple of authentic small dishes, which is basically his rural routine over the years.
The yard is not large but is exceptionally cozy.
"Sir Chen, Sir Chen." The eight-year-old girl from next door, after coming home from school, swung her two little braids to visit him.
When Chen Pingsheng first arrived here, she was barely five years old, and now she is already eight.
And he himself is about to reach the venerable age of ninety.
