In the house at the junction of East Market and West Market, a middle-aged man sat in the backyard, staring blankly at the distant sky.
At this moment, a flock of crows flew from afar and landed on the tree beside the middle-aged man.
Lai Wu cawed twice at the middle-aged man in the wheelchair, as if greeting him.
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze from the distant sky and looked at Lai Wu on the tree.
"So you've come."
Lai Wu flew down from the tree, landing on the armrest of the middle-aged man's wheelchair, tilting its little head to caw twice more at him.
The middle-aged man raised his hand to pet the feathers on Lai Wu's back. "Are you here to ask for food?"
Lai Wu rubbed its little head against the middle-aged man's palm, and the corners of the man's mouth lifted slightly.
"Bring some snacks and apples." Zhao Yao had once mentioned in a letter that Lai Wu and the others liked snacks and apples.
