On Both Sides Of The River

The middle-aged priest said nothing nor laughed. He stood quietly by the side as if Yu Lian and Jun Mo meant nothing.

Right then the rain became lighter. Clops and sounds of rolling wheels were heard again on the streets. The roasted sweet potato shop was already closed. The grey-haired father and the middle-aged son continued their journey in the carriage in the showering rain. They stopped briefly by the butcher shop and the son brought two newly roasted sweet potatoes.

Yu Lian and Jun Mo took the roasted sweet potatoes and thanked them. The old man wiped of the rain off his grey hair and stroke on the neck of the ox while he said, "I guess you could not find any roasted sweet potatoes here in the future."