The young boy looked in the direction his sister pointed.
Next to the open window on the second floor, a figure in a blue robe, a few strands of hair gently fluttering in the autumn breeze.
He looked towards the southeast, as if the scenery evoked memories, a faint smile spreading across his face.
A flagon-shaped tavern sign flapped outside the loft, dancing at the edge of the window.
The boy could clearly see the flag embroidered with the character for "wine" on a gray pot, the sound of the wind whistling through the flag seemed so enticing.
With every movement and sound, this inn in Guiyang Prefecture was so vivid.
But...
The more things moved, the more people remained still.
This man in the blue robe seemed like a painting in a lively world.
He stood there quietly, unaffected by the wind and surroundings.
The boy only glanced once, just a profile view, but it made him put down the rough tea bowl in his hands instantly.
