Su Changhe had high prestige in Su Village. These years, he led the locals in planting fruit trees, growing grains and was the first to help any families that had problems or difficulties. He always lent a hand without complaining or regrets. Even his son, the current chief of the Su Village, admired him endlessly and was very filial.
“Xiu’er, do you remember me?”
Su Changhe was a gentle person. The wrinkles on his face immediately stretched upon seeing Tang Xiu, a thick smile blossoming on his old face.
Tang Xiu laughed, “The old village chief grandpa.”
Heartily laughing, Su Changhe replied, “Mmm. Not bad, you’ve grown up into an adult. Hasn’t it been two years since you last came back? And you look taller now.”
“Indeed. I haven’t come back for nearly two years. If not for the accident I had before, perhaps I would have come back earlier,” said Tang Xiu.
