Opening my eyes again.
Ge Jiantai and Ge Jianhong eagerly stepped forward.
Ge Cheng opened his mouth but found himself unable to speak.
"Ge Zu?" Ge Jiantai probed.
"Jiantai?"
Ge Jiantai nodded repeatedly, "It's me, Ge Zu. What happened to you?"
Ge Cheng's throat rolled continuously, his white beard trembled, and finally, he opened his mouth, like blowing through a whistle, and spat out several very obscure, sharp, and difficult-to-understand syllables, like a very strange, mixed multitude of languages, with a very indistinct Heyang accent, only when mentioning everyone's names was it somewhat clearer.
Ge Jiantai was quite puzzled, listening in a daze.
He asked several times, guessing the meanings while Ge Cheng kept shaking and nodding his head.
The other brothers all joined in, guessing along with him.
A somewhat strange exchange took place on the square.
