林啸皱着眉头坐起身，这身感觉有点怪，好像不是自己的。Memory like water, fleeting, only a vague image remained in his mind – an old man in tattered clothes, a twig, and a blinding light. Where did he end up? Where did he come from?

He patted his pockets, only to find a dry mouth. "Damn, no water," he cursed silently. He pushed open the稻草屋 flaps and saw the sunny field. A few chickens were squawking in the distance.

"Master, have you woken up?" A familiar voice came from behind. Lin Xiao turned and saw an old man with a long beard, looking at him expectantly. The old man was wearing ragged clothes and had a kind face. "You drank too much last night, just get some water first."

Lin Xiao blinked. "Master? Who are you?" He felt like he was on the verge of laughing. Yesterday, he had been drinking with the village head and others, and then he had passed out...

The old man was slightly startled, but quickly explained, "I am your grandpa, Lin Shao. I found you by the river yesterday when you were unconscious and brought you back. You were injured, so you need to rest."