Family (1)

The door hinges creaked as they opened and closed.

A moldy and rancid smell came out of the house along with the cold wind. A hunchbacked old man in a thin coat was standing behind the door with his hands folded in his sleeves.

This person was wearing a small black melon hat, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked at the group of uninvited guests with an unwelcoming gaze.

"C-uncle Cai?"

Aunt Wu turned her head when she heard the voice. She stared at the old man in the dark for a long time before she recognized him and tried to call out.

"Hehe, it's me,"

When the old man known as uncle Cai heard that she had recognized his identity, he nodded his head gently.

Song Qing felt Auntie Wu, who was holding her tightly, shiver when she was young. Then, she heard her whisper, "

"He, he has already, already ..."

Perhaps because of uncle Cai's presence, Auntie Wu did not finish her sentence.