Third Grandma always felt that she had seen this young man somewhere before, but her age had dulled her memory, making it unclear.
She tugged at Third Grandpa's sleeve and whispered, "Old man, do you think the young fellow on the right, wearing a grey hemp garment and walking with a limp, looks familiar? Have we seen him before?"
Hearing Third Grandma's words, Third Grandpa looked toward the direction she mentioned, saw a young man in his twenties, skinny as a monkey, standing on tiptoe with his right leg, frowned for a moment, then shook his head, "Have you gone senile? Where does he look familiar? I have never seen him before."
After that, Third Grandma's mind was stirred with doubts. Could she have been mistaken?
She silently recalled all the people she had met in her life, thought for a long time, but couldn't think of whom this young man resembled.
