Chen Jingui happened to be home. Hearing someone calling out, he came outside. When he saw Chen Mo and the Village Chief, he immediately greeted them with a smile. He was not very familiar with Chen Mo, but he knew of him.
"Coming, coming!" Chen Jingui answered as he walked out of the house. "Ah! Brother Delin, what wind blew you over here? This young man looks a little unfamiliar. Is he Jianguo's Er Wa?"
Chen Delin rolled his eyes and teased, "What wind? Could the wind blow me around? If it weren't for you, I'd be sitting comfortably in my office!"
Pointing at Chen Mo, he said, "Er Wa! Chen Jianguo's son! Didn't you used to hold him when he was little? How come you don't recognize him now? With that memory of yours, sooner or later you'll forget the way home."
After Chen Delin's reminder, Chen Jingui remembered who Chen Mo was. The main reason was that Chen Mo had not returned for several years. Moreover, after cultivating, Chen Mo's temperament and appearance had changed somewhat, so it was understandable that Chen Jingui had not recognized him.
Chen Jingui scratched his head and gave an honest smile. He opened the wooden gate and invited Chen Delin and Chen Mo inside.
"Brother Delin, Er Wa! Come in and sit, come inside!" As he spoke, he took cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Uncle Delin and Chen Mo. They were not good cigarettes, just the four-yuan kind. But in the village, whether the cigarettes were good or bad, offering one when meeting someone was a matter of courtesy. And whoever was offered one, no matter what kind of person they were, had to take it and smoke it. Otherwise, it meant they looked down on the other person.