Liu Chang'an strode over, lifted Qin Peng down by the armpits with both hands, and set him on the ground.
"Do you still think you're a child, standing high so you can see farther?" Liu Chang'an laughed. But when he saw the eager light in Qin Peng's eyes finally fade, replaced by a somewhat childlike contentment, he opened his arms and hugged him. "I came to see you."
"You came. You came to see me." Qin Peng murmured. For an old man, having an elder he revered still alive at his age was something young people could hardly understand.
It was like many adults who had long since become independent and the pillars of their families. Their parents being alive was both a responsibility and a source of reassurance. Once their parents were gone, they felt an emptiness behind them. Even if the feeling of having no way back and no one to rely on was faint, it still lingered in their hearts.
Qin Peng had long become the towering tree sheltering countless people, but he knew that even now, he was merely a sapling beneath the all-encompassing shade of his elder brother.
Several guards stared in astonishment. This young man had immediately lifted the old master like a child and set him down again, and he spoke with such casual disrespect. What kind of person was he? Was there really anyone in this world who spoke to the old master like that?
He addressed him directly as "you" and "I," with even a note of reproach in his voice. If not for the eldest young lady's gentle smile and the faint tears in her eyes, the guards would already have taken action against him.
"I checked the high-speed rail schedule. You should have arrived in Jinling at five-thirty. I've