Old Zhou sat on the threshold looking up at the sky, while Manbao, having just finished her notes and following Keke's advice, came out to give her eyes a rest by gazing into the distance. Seeing her dad sitting on the threshold, she joined him, and they both looked up at the sky together.
Big and small, they sat on the threshold in silence until passing villagers, unable to help themselves, chuckled and asked, "What are you two looking at?"
Old Zhou sighed deeply, "Looking at the sky."
Manbao nodded solemnly, "Looking at the clouds."
Villagers also looked up at the sky, saw the sunset clouds, and leaned against the wall to join in, "Uncle Jin, do you think the weather will clear up?"
Today, there had been two showers, on and off, and although the sun had come out in the afternoon, such weather still made it difficult for everyone to harvest the rice.