C89 cures (1/2)

Ten years of sect training had made him forget about his father's appearance. Only his father's dignified gaze remained in his mind, and it was also his father's teachings that allowed him to develop a tenacious attitude. However, he did not know how his father was doing now.

Not long after the voice was heard, a group of four people walked in from outside.

The leader, a middle-aged man dressed in official uniform, walked into the living room first. He had long eyebrows and a calm temperament, and his entire body exuded the prestige of an official of the imperial court. He was originally in his prime, but because of his white hair that fell on both sides of his head, he looked much older.

Behind the middle-aged man was a green-robed man. The man was around 20 years old, and his temperament was gentle and refined. His appearance was 50 to 60% similar to the middle-aged man in the front, and beside the green-robed man was a young woman.

The woman had a gentle face with a gentle temperament, giving her the demeanor of a lady from a noble family. The woman was holding the hand of a three or four-year-old boy, who had delicate features and clear eyes. As he turned his body, he gave off a spirited aura, but his face was pale, and his body was thin, as if he was sick.

Upon seeing the white haired, middle-aged man in the lead, for some reason, stopped in his heart. Yang Xie slowly walked up to him, bent his legs, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed three times before raising his head and calling out: ”Father.”

It was actually Yang Xie's father, Yang Wanqing, the City Lord of Longzhong City.

Yang Wanqing looked down at the kneeling Yang Xie, who knelt amidst the unfamiliar yet very familiar state, and his eyes revealed extremely complicated emotions. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, his slightly trembling hands showed that he was not calm at the moment.

After all, he had a deep affection for his father. Even though he had been in the government for a long time, after ten years, his heart still couldn't help but waver.

After a long while, Yang Wanqing reached out and gently patted Yang Xie's shoulder, and said with a long sigh: ”Get up, don't kneel.”

Yang Xie nodded, and after standing up, he walked over to the side of the green clothed man and called out: ”Big brother.”

The man in cyan nodded excitedly, pulled the woman by his side and introduced her to Yang Xie: ”Second Brother, this is my wife who has already passed the Door, Xu Yueru. Yue Ru, this is the second brother I told you about, Yang Xie. ”

”Sister-in-law.” Yang Xie said softly.

”Hello, Little Uncle. This is Qingshan's and my child, Tianyu. Tianyu, hurry up and call him Second Uncle.” Xu Yueru bowed, then pulled the child and pointed at Yang Xie.

Hearing that, the child called Yang Tianyu immediately called out: ”Hello, second uncle.”

”Mm, good child.” Yang Xie nodded as he looked at the sickly child in front of him, sighing with emotion. After ten years of not seeing him, not only were his parents old, even his big brother had gotten married and had children.

However, this person looked very sick, as if there was something wrong with his body.

”Big brother, I see that the child's face is pale. Is he sick?” Yang Xie asked.