128 Silly son

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"Why have you come back?" Dawang's icy voice suddenly rang out behind him, startling Da Qiangzi into a shiver. He wiped off the greedy drool that had trickled down his chin, and his face, which had been full of joy, instantly twisted into a bitter gourd-like grimace.

"My son? My son! Dad has missed you to death! Dad has missed you to death!"

As Da Qiangzi turned around, his face immediately revealed that deep, affectionate expression only seen when seeing one's child after many years apart. It has to be said, Da Qiangzi was truly an actor through and through; his tears came on cue.

"My son!"

Calling his son's name over and over, Da Qiangzi quickly walked a few steps and embraced the already stunned Dawang, petting his back with indulgent hands. Yet in his heart, he was already feeling sentimental, nearly four years had passed since he last saw his elder son, who had grown so tall that he could barely wrap his arms around him.