After Luo Yan finished cleaning, he sensed something and turned to look back the way he had come. A tall figure immediately caught his eye.
The man had a crew cut, a beard, and a black jacket. It was Zeng Shan.
"Old Luo?"
Zeng Shan laughed heartily and strode over. "You're back! I thought you wouldn't arrive until tonight."
After saying that, he placed the flowers in his hands before Wei Fenghua's grave. Then he pressed his palms together, his expression solemn, and closed his eyes.
A moment later, Zeng Shan lowered his hands. "What a coincidence, running into you here."
Luo Yan nodded. "I heard from Lin Cheng that you're getting along pretty well with Senior Student Yang now."
Zeng Shan rubbed his head sheepishly. "It's all right, I guess. But ever since I started working for Senior Student Yang, I've indeed earned quite a bit. I even moved last year."
"By the way, you haven't visited my new place yet, have you? Come on, come on. Come over as a guest."
"My mom still mentions you from time to time. She says it's been ages since she last saw you."
Thinking of the jianbing guozi made by Zeng Shan's mother, Luo Yan could almost recall the taste from back then, so he nodded in agreement.
Zeng Shan's new home was in the city center, a world away from where he had lived in the Old City.
The new home was not only spacious but also had an open-air garden. Though it was small, it was more than enough for getting some fresh air.
When they arrived, Zeng Shan's father was watering the flowers in the little garden, while Mother Zeng was knitting on the living room sofa.
"Mom, Dad, look who's here."
"It's Old Luo, Luo Yan!"
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