"Grandpa."
"Sit."
A new year sets sail, and Old Master Fang seems to have recovered from last year's blows, at least he appears much more vigorous.
He sits under the ancient locust tree in the yard, beckoning to his grandson who has heeded the call.
Next to him, another rattan chair is placed.
Fang Jun sits upright and proper.
"How old are you this year?"
Since ancient times, beauties and heroes alike, are not allowed to show signs of aging in the public eye.
Even Old Master Fang, with all his past glory in establishing the family's honor, could not withstand the ravages of time, as his once youthful face now carries age spots.
"Twenty-five."
Fang Jun answers meticulously.
Old Master Fang examines his grandson, drifting off for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and after a little while, he finally says, "At your age, your aunt had already been born."
Fang Jun's aunt is undoubtedly the mother of Fang Ai.
Fang Jun does not speak.
