Memories
Next day, the lunch was ready.
It has become routine to eat together, only Zhong Xing would not join them in the lunch.
He probably ate his heart content in the breakfast and in the dinner.
At this hour, he could be seen in his practice but today someone was strictly guarding him.
"Father, you have to rest until the damaged tenden is restored and the arm could be easily moved" she was standing like strict instructor and in her view it was fine as well for precautions purpose.
If the arm was recklessly moved and pushed the injury might take a long time, he was sitting on the bench in the open yard and this was another day with the sun hanging indifferently on the sky and numb of any warmth.
"But I can move my hand see" he moved his arm to assure her that he was fine, though at few obvious angle it slightly hurts because the cut was deep but according to him it was nothing to be bothered about.