"I didn't say it annoyed me." She spoke in the tone of an irritated young girl.
Old Master Mo said nothing, taking a seat in the wicker chair under the eaves. It was very comfortable to sit in during the summer; come winter, Mo Yan would place a woolen blanket on it so one could sit without catching a chill and enjoy some sunlight. Quite nice, really. The old man sat there, hands propping his walking stick, squinting up at the sky for a moment before turning his gaze to his granddaughter squatting on the steps. There were only three steps, so the distance between them was quite close.
