C90 Return of Traveller (1/2)

Following the voice, a robust old man walked out of the hall. Beneath his white hair was a face reddened by flames, eyebrows standing erect at the sides of his eyes, and a deep line between his eyes accentuated his resolute personality. He was the one that Cheng Jian missed day and night, the 53rd generation Jian Hun breaking the sword. Ye, also known as Cheng Jian's father!

”Father,” Cheng Jian's voice was choked with sobs, ”Your son is unfilial, your son is back.”

He lowered his head like a child who has done something wrong, but from time to time he glanced at his father's serious face.

”Humph,” said the broken sword with a heavy snort, ”You still know how to come back? You say that your son is unfilial, but you still ran away after knowing that he is unfilial? ”If I was a few years later, would an old bones like me be able to see you again?!”

”I know I was wrong. Father, are you okay?”

”He won't die yet!” The Broken Sword's attitude did not change at all. He was still furious. Looking at the people around them, they all felt a chill run down their spines.

”Master,” Chib came out to smooth things over, ”Look at Eldest Young Master, you haven't even washed his face yet, do you?”

”Is this your child?” The broken sword ignored Chib's plea and pointed at Chang Jing as she asked coldly.

”Yes, dad, he's your grandson. He's about to turn eighteen this year.” Cheng Jian answered with fear and trepidation.

”Life is really fast,” looking at Chang Jing's tall stature, the broken sword could not help but exclaim emotionally, ”Back then, you were only this big!”

”Child, why haven't you asked your parents to bring you back to your grandfather's place all these years? My grandson is already so old! ” The broken sword walked to Chang Jing's side, her expression easing up.

”Hurry up and call me grandpa.” Rou Xin tugged on Chang Jing's sleeves lightly as he reminded him.

”Grandfather, Mom and Dad actually miss you a lot. ”It's all father's fault. In the past, he was afraid that he would be scolded by you when he returned, so …”

There was no other way. For the sake of peace in this world, Chang Jing had to sacrifice her integrity.

”Heh, your dad is a coward. Where would parents really blame their children? ” The Broken Sword's attitude gradually became more benevolent as he continued to ask, ”Child, what's your name?”

”Chang Jing, Chang Jingye.” Chang Jing replied excitedly.

”Chang Jing?” The broken sword frowned.

”Yes, Father. His name is Chang Jing. ” Cheng Jian confirmed.

”Chang Jing? Do you think it's wrong today? I feel like it's wrong today! ” The Broken Sword's attitude turned bad once again, ”Haha, you really are my good son! Before you left home, you were wrong. After you ran away, you experienced the true meaning of life?! ”

The Sword Qi had turned completely red. With a turn of its body, it flicked its sleeves and left the crowd in a daze.

”Eldest Young Master, I'll take you to the room you used to live in.” The Chib sighed and said.

”Let's go back to our room to rest.” Cheng Jian laughed bitterly as he led his wife and children to the room behind Chib.

”Don't blame the old master,” Chib said as he walked, ”Actually the old master cares a lot about you. After you left, he specially instructed us to clean your room every day. Everything inside will remain exactly the same without being touched! ”

Hearing that, Cheng Jian was moved, and silently followed Chib. Behind him, Chang Jing and her son didn't even say a word — one was blaming himself for his name, and the other was blaming himself for making things difficult for his husband.

They turned left and right, the four of them finally arrived at the eastern side of microsporium, where Cheng Jian used to live.

”Eldest Young Master, please rest first. I'll send someone to help you cleanse your body of dust.” The Chib said respectfully.

”Go ahead,” Cheng Jian said as he waved his hand.

”Dad, don't be discouraged. I think grandpa is rather easy to talk to! ” Chang Jing encouraged.

”Let's hope so!” Cheng Jian laughed bitterly.

The three of them sat there for a long time. There were several times when Chang Jing wanted to create some atmosphere, but she was always forced back by her father and mother's pitiful gazes.

”I'll take you to see my mother.” Cheng Jian stood up and said, ”I wonder how that old lady is doing now.”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a sound coming from outside the door.

”Child, you're finally back!”