"Brother Jun is back!"
"Dad!"
"I have to thank Auntie Qi!"
Like always, in the evening, Liang Jun returned home and picked up his son from the neighbor's.
"Dad, today I was able to finish the full sequence of White Cloud Fist Technique. Granny Qi even praised me for my capability!" The six or seven-year-old Liang Cheng was exceptionally smart, appeared to be very sensible, he held his father's hand and boasted while they were on their way back home.
"Uh-huh, Cheng is really good!" Liang Jun revealed a smile, then reached out and patted his son's head.
Under the dusk's glow, the scene was ordinary yet warm.
The father and son got back home, had dinner, and as usual, went to bed early.
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"Roar!"
In the wee hours, Liang Jun was awakened by a commotion.
"Dad, I'm scared!"
Liang Cheng, who was sleeping by his side, also woke up. Hearing the noise outside, he looked at Liang Jun with blurry eyes.
"Good boy Cheng, Dad is with you!"
