Jiang Jinsang was discharged from the hospital that day, and everyone gathered to drink quite a lot, especially Zhou Zhongqing, who got so drunk he passed out and had to be settled in a guest room in the old house.
Tang Yunxian woke up early. By evening, he knocked on the door of Jiang Jinsang's bedroom.
"Uncle Tang." Jiang Jinsang was still leaning against the headboard, listlessly playing with that jigsaw puzzle from hell.
"Dad, you're awake." Tang Wan was also there, drawing design drafts for Cyan Feather. It'd been a while since she last held a pen, and she felt somewhat rusty, "Do you want me to get you a glass of water?"
"No need." Stimulated and burned by alcohol, Tang Yunxian's eyes were bloodshot, his body still reeking of an unvanished boozy scent. He made his way to a chair and sat down, uncomfortably rubbing his brow and lifting his eyelids to glance at Tang Wan, "Wanwan, in a few days, pack your things, come back to Pingjiang with me, and after a few days..."