"Brother Da An, Brother Da An, are you home?"
In front of a mud house, Lu Qing shouted.
"Who's there, who's calling me?" A tall figure sprinted out from the house and, seeing Lu Qing, he was immediately overjoyed. "Is that you, Ah Qing? What brings you here today?"
"Da An, who is it?"
Before Lu Qing could answer, an elderly voice floated out, and an old man holding a bamboo pipe also emerged from the house.
"Grandpa, it's Ah Qing who's come!" Wang Da An called out directly.
"Grandpa Wang." Lu Qing greeted the old man.
"Well, if it isn't Ah Qing, come in, come in, have a seat inside."
The old man, seeing Lu Qing, was also pleasantly surprised and eager to pull him inside for a drink of water.
"No need, Grandpa Wang, I am here to see Brother Da An for something. I won't disturb you further by coming in," Lu Qing hastily declined.
"Right, what did you need me for?" Wang Da An asked.