It seemed they had forgotten what happened more than twenty years ago and mistaken him for a paper tiger.
In a courtyard on the western side of Xiangcheng, Su Qiao was surrounded by Little Yue'er, who was happily running circles around her.
"Mom, is this courtyard really ours?"
"Of course. I bought it with real silver. It's spacious, so our Little Yue'er can practice martial arts here."
"Mom is the best."
Watching his mother help him build a little swing, Little Yue'er was overjoyed.
As she shaved the wooden planks, Su Qiao smiled and praised him. "Little Yue'er has been wonderful too, protecting your father and grandfather so well for Mom."
Little Yue'er lowered his head. "Yue'er actually didn't do much. Yue'er is too young, and my martial arts are too weak."
At the mention of this, Yue'er still felt a little downhearted.
"Yue'er has already done very well. Really."
The little fellow was not yet six years old. Along the way, he had neither made a fuss nor complained. He had even quietly comforted his grandfather and father, and endured it when he was hungry.
Although Su Qiao had followed behind them, she had always had Little Si keep an eye on them for her.
The more she looked at this child, the more she liked him, and the prouder she felt.
"Yue'er, come here. Grandpa will take you inside to see your room."
Old Man Liu stood at the main hall entrance and waved to Little Yue'er.
Little Yue'er hesitated briefly, but still ran toward his grandfather.
Only after entering the house did he quietly tug on his grandfather's sleeve. "Grandpa, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Hmm?"
Little Yue'er blinked. "Father and Mother haven't seen each other for a long time. Grandpa wanted to let them