C164 Love is a poison

In the Grandpa Nong's room, I quietly watched as Grandpa Nong practiced his calligraphy. His eyes followed the movements of his hands and watched him silently as he wrote the word "Quiet" in an imposing manner.

Looking at this actually vigorous "quiet" word from my grandfather, my heart couldn't be as calm as this "quiet" word at all.

Looking at the Grandpa Nong