Old Taoist Zhang was all smiles, his face, which had retained a trace of drunkenness, now full of spirits.
He looked at me with an incredibly tender and caring gaze.
My heart warmed slightly as I recalled the things Old Taoist Zhang had selflessly done for me.
The absence of paternal love deep within me over the years unexpectedly felt compensated for, "Then... then I'll go upstairs and get it for you, please wait a moment."
My eyes were slightly sore, and my heart was a mix of complex emotions.
Only after I ran away from Zhang Zidao did I dare to let a few tears emerge from my eyes.
When I came back down with the daoist robe, Yu Rongling had finished setting off the fireworks, and he and his brother were putting bowls and chopsticks on the table downstairs.
Shenshen, well-behaved, was holding a small cloth, diligently wiping the chairs for everyone.
