After talking to the old man for a while, Liang Jingchuan got up and prepared to leave.
The old man's voice suddenly came from behind."Jing Chuan, you actually blame me, don't you?"
Liang Jingchuan stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the old man."How could that be? if you didn't bring me out of that place back then, I'd probably be no different from a homeless person on the street now. I should be thanking you."
"Cough, cough ..." The old man covered his mouth and coughed a few times. He looked at him and said in a low voice,"your mother, she ..."
"I don't want to hear anyone mention her. You should rest well!" Liang Jingchuan interrupted the old man's words, his face extremely dark. He turned around, opened the door, and left.
Old master Liang looked at the closed door and frowned. He raised his head and looked up, and the past flashed through his mind.
After a long time, he mumbled,"little Jin ..."
