"Don't, really don't. I'm not just being polite with you. I don't believe in this stuff, no need to burn incense or kowtow on my behalf."
The rain kept falling all the way till dinnertime, with no sign of stopping.
Aunt Liu called everyone to eat. On rainy days you keep people for meals; nobody stood on ceremony and they all stayed to eat.
After dinner, the rain finally eased off and everyone went home.
Mr. Tian also pushed his own wheelchair toward Big Beard's house. After pushing it a bit and getting onto the village road, he stood up and hoisted the wheelchair onto his shoulder to walk.
Humming a little tune, he had just stepped into Big Beard's courtyard when he saw wind whipping up in the Peach Forest, petals falling in a flurry, branches creaking—yet outside, the wind and rain had clearly long stopped.
He didn't dare look more, let alone think more. Old Tian started tidying up the herb garden that had been battered by wind and rain.
