Feng Yueshan stayed out having fun until one in the morning before coming home.
The door opened onto warm light. Father Feng was still awake and looked over at the sound, a pair of glasses perched on his nose.
When it came to Feng Yueshan's fondness for fun, Father Feng had gone from steeling himself to beat him to calmly accepting it.
"Why are you still up, Dad?" Feng Yueshan changed his shoes and went to pour himself some water by the dining table.
"Waiting for you," Father Feng replied.
Feng Yueshan thought nothing of it. "Where's Zhouzhou?"
Feng Yuezhou was his little brother. Having just turned three, he was at the age when even dogs wanted nothing to do with him. Feng Yueshan indulged him more than anyone else in the family, and the brothers were very close, which was one thing Father Feng found immensely comforting.
"He went to bed ages ago. How could he stay up waiting for you?" Father Feng took a sip of tea and continued in his usual tone, "Uncle Zhao's son and daughter have come back from abroad."
Father Feng looked up to see Feng Yueshan tipping his head back to drink, entirely unconcerned.
Father Feng cleared his throat. "Find some time to meet up with them."
Feng Yueshan said, "We only played together as kids. We haven't been in touch all these years. What would we meet for?"
Father Feng couldn't hold back anymore. "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're not getting any younger."
Now Feng Yueshan understood.
"I'm not going, Dad. Don't arrange this kind of thing for me anymore."
Father Feng glared at him. "What kind of talk is that? I'm your father! If I don't arrange it, who will? Sixian is already getting ready to