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In the backyard of the Fan Family, there was a vegetable garden and a river that swelled with water in spring, where occasionally, one could see a person fishing by the creek.
The two of them had nothing else to do, so they found fishing rods and picked a spot by the river to fish and chat.
"Do you even know how to fish?" Tang Wan sat down next to him. Away from the hustle and bustle of Beijing, spring was warming, and every now and then, a gentle breeze would ripple through the water.
"My grandfather used to love fishing. Now, his memory isn't what it used to be, and we don't dare let him come to the lake alone."
The warm spring sun shone down on Jiang Jinsang's pale and thin skin. He had been taking care of his health lately, and his complexion was no longer the pale cold white of the past, but blushed with a hint of red as if recovering from sickness.
