"Xiao Xiao." Jiang Nanshu squatted down.
The black and brown patched cat jumped out and rubbed against Jiang Nanshu's feet incessantly.
Jiang Nanshu lifted her hand to stroke its glossy fur and smiled with a curve in her brows and eyes, "You're still here."
"Miss, you're back."
An aged voice came from behind the door.
It was an old man with gray hair.
Jiang Nanshu, holding the cat, stood up, grinning brightly at him, "Uncle Qi, I'm back. When did your hair turn so white?"
Uncle Qi's face was covered with wrinkles, his eyebrows long, the kind seen on the longevity Buddha in paintings.
He squinted at Jiang Nanshu with a smile, "I've grown old, I'm sixty-five this year. Before, you used to help me dye my hair. You've been gone for three years, and no one's been around to dye it for me."
"I'll dye it for you now, a darker hair makes you look younger." Jiang Nanshu walked inside, still holding the cat.
Actually, there hadn't been much change here.
