"Alright!"
The vendor took out an umbrella case made from bamboo from beneath the table, placed the oil-paper umbrella inside, then handed it to Lin Beichen. "Here you go, young man."
"Thank you, sir."
Lin Beichen displayed his payment interface, then took the oil-paper umbrella and headed towards the mountains.
He hadn't walked far.
A crisp voice whispered, "Grandpa, that big brother is so strange!"
A young girl and an elderly man appeared in front of the oil-paper umbrella stall.
The young girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, not very tall, wearing a white sports tracksuit. She looked cute and playful, with a bit of baby fat on her face, looking very much like a middle school student.
The elderly man beside her was around seventy years old, slim and energetic, with a kind and amiable face. He wore a casual hat, a black sports tracksuit, and held a trekking pole in his hand.
The elderly man, full of love, asked, "What's the matter? Why is that big brother strange?"
