Tian Xin quickly went over to pat the old man's back and sat down with him.
"Grandpa, I actually came today to ask you about that tree!" Tian Xin said, "I kind of figured it out—the tree should be yours! But why don't you want it anymore?"
Old Man Liu sighed and asked back, "Do you know why I knelt down to them today?"
Tian Xin shook her head.
"That tree was planted for my son! When he was little, he loved eating persimmons, so I planted a persimmon tree at the edge of our land just for him.
He was a naughty boy back then, always climbing the tree and refusing to come down. After he was gone, there was nothing left of his at home. For all these years, every time I see that tree, I remember my son climbing it. I just want to keep a memory..."
As Old Man Liu spoke, he grew more and more sorrowful, with tears streaming down his face, which caused Tian Xin's eyes to redden as well.
"Then why didn't you say that in the field today?" Tian Xin asked.
