The middle-aged man saw Ye Chen staring blankly and smiled, saying, "Mr. Ye, Elder Pang is waiting for you over there!"
"Where!" Ye Chen was taken aback.
"There, in that pavilion!" The middle-aged man pointed to a red pavilion not far away. Inside sat an elderly man in a military uniform who seemed to be fishing. Ye Chen nodded and said, "Okay, thank you!"
"You go ahead, then, I won't disturb you!" The middle-aged man smiled and then turned to leave.
Ye Chen walked step by step towards Elder Pang. This old man had given him a lot of support and care in the past. Ye Chen had often wondered why he cared so much for him, why he was so attentive to him, so concerned. Even today, perhaps Ye Chen still couldn't figure it out. Just that in his mind, Ye Chen had a deep impression of Elder Pang—a kind old man.
When Ye Chen reached the pavilion, Elder Pang suddenly put down his fishing rod and stood up from the bench, smiling, "Ye, you're here?"
