The door of Grandma Xiao Chun's house on this side of the village road was open, and the light was spilling out.
After sunset, there was still a faint light in the sky. An elderly man carrying a basket slowly walked by. He lived on this side of the row of old houses.
The old man curiously looked through the open door and saw the room full of people. He also saw Grandma Xiao Chun, whose face was rosy, and he was momentarily stunned.
Older folks generally know their lifespan, and the closer they get to the other side, the clearer it becomes.
"Old Niu, you're back from fishing?" Grandma Xiao Chun walked to the door, smiling at this elder carrying a basket.
"Ah, Sister Chun, why are you..." Old Niu seemed to realize something.
Grandma Xiao Chun smiled faintly and said, "Come in and have a simple meal. You live alone, so save yourself the trouble of cooking. Come, come."
