Old Ears sat in the mountain forest snow without any regard for his image, beneath the dark clouds, seeing Mrs. Lu off down the mountain.
He pulled Wu Yun into his arms, stroked its head, and sighed, "Mother and son both look very fierce, handle things decisively, but in truth, they are quite twisted people. They handle things in a twisted way, speak in a twisted manner, like they have a city gate with a thousand-pound lock in their mouths, like Chongli Pass. Whatever they want to say, they have to spin it around in their heads thousands of times before the gate opens and the words come out. Yet when the gate finally opens, the words can't be spoken."
This time, Wu Yun listened quietly and did not interrupt.
Old Ears smiled, "But only people with a conscience will be twisted. Afraid of saying the wrong things and hurting others, afraid of doing the wrong things and implicating others, so they think twice before speaking, and thrice before doing anything."
