It has been a long time since we last met, I wonder how old acquaintances are doing.
A trace of anticipation arose in Wang Anfeng's heart as he paced back and forth, looking at the scenery below from the pavilion. Besides him on the pavilion was an old man in a blue robe, holding a painting brush. Glancing at the landscape down the mountain, he would brush his pen with inspiration, seemingly having painted for quite a while, with the blue mountains faintly visible on the scroll.
Finally, he added a few more strokes, unable to restrain his pride, he laughed heartily, quite pleased with himself.
