Hearing that my parents were going back to the Jiang family in the Underworld made me feel uncomfortable, but when I learned they were going to fight those outsiders, I felt faintly sad as well.
My parents were no ordinary people, but I was still worried about them facing those outsiders directly. Sometimes, understanding something in theory was one thing, but when it involved your own family, it felt completely different.
"But we can't stop worrying about your Grandpa Bai, or Bingbing and her son. Grandpa Bai has been strong-willed his whole life. After we came back, we asked him to live with us, but he refused. He said he was used to living alone, and he wasn't very particular in his daily life. Living with us would make him uncomfortable in many ways."
When father said that, I looked at Grandpa Bai. He was smiling faintly at me. I knew that by "uncomfortable in many ways," he meant his way of living. He had collected scrap for his entire life, spending every day among what others considered trash. Even now, whenever he saw recyclable junk that could be exchanged for money, he would casually take it in. His home was piled full of such things.
He was afraid others would not be able to accept that way of life.
And he was right. Many people could not accept it, but I had grown up in that environment. During the years when my parents were absent, I had spent my days with Grandpa Bai and his house full of scrap.
Dad sighed. "Your Grandpa Bai is a good man. He has a kind heart and no children. Your mom and I have told him that we'll take care of him in his old age and see him through to the