The old man propped himself up from the ground slowly and picked up a gray, sweat-stained towel from the stool beside him. He met them with a mixture of reproach and concern: "Didn't I tell you not to come again This old man is almost buried up to his neck in earth. How much can he eat, how much can he wear If you have that money, save it and find a wife for me and settle down...",A Casio G-Shock watch face, covered in layers of rust, as if ravaged by countless years...,Eight months ago, the old man used this tattered fishing net to pull him out of the Bian River...twice!。