Feeling his father's hug with all his might and his trembling shoulders, Wu Bi felt very tormented and regretful.
He reached out his arm and hugged his father tightly. He muttered, "Dad, I'm sorry!"
He had already said this apology in his heart for many years. Now that he had finally reconciled with himself, who had walked into a dead end, he finally said these words to his father.
Wu Shaoqi patted Wu Bi's back hard. "It's good that you're back!"
The morning sun was warm but not hot. On the rattan seat outside the shop, Wu Shaoqi and Wu Bi sat opposite each other. Liangzi brewed a pot of tea and brought it over. "Uncle, talk to Brother first. Leave the work inside to me."
With that, Liangzi smiled and entered the shop to continue working, leaving space for the father and son, who had reunited after a long time.
