"Brother? Who did you say is my brother? I don't have a brother,"
"Long Gang, what are you pretending for? I am your brother, your real brother. It's been only seven or eight years since we last saw each other, could it be that you don't even recognize me?"
Zheng Long sneered inwardly, yet his face betrayed nothing as he stared at them with an expression of speechlessness: "You comrades are really amusing. I don't know you, how come you insist on making me acknowledge you? Who's Long Gang? My last name is Zheng, not Long. This is my son. Ask him, do I have a brother?"
Long Qiang scrutinized him skeptically, "That's not right, you look just like Long Gang. How could I, his own brother, mistake him?"
A fellow standing by tugged at Long Qiang's arm: "How old is your brother this year? Could he have a son this old?"
Although Long Qiang didn't want to admit it, he nodded in agreement, "He couldn't have, but who knows if this is really his son?"
