"Uncle Zhang?"
When Lu Qing saw the old man's face, he asked uncertainly.
The old man shuddered, lifted his head, and when he saw Lu Qing, the wooden basin in his hands suddenly fell.
"Is it, is it Ah Qing?"
Uncle Zhang's eldest son, who was Uncle Zhang himself, looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
"It's me, Uncle Zhang, I'm back."
Lu Qing stepped forward, gently supporting the old man.
"It truly is Ah Qing who has returned!"
"This old man thought I wouldn't live to see you back in this lifetime."
Feeling the warmth from Lu Qing's hand, the old man realized this wasn't a dream; Lu Qing had really returned.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but get teary-eyed.
"I was wondering who was coming every day to clean and tidy up; turns out it was you, Uncle Zhang."
Lu Qing helped Uncle Zhang walk towards the house.
