Despite a separation spanning over thirty years, their whitening hair and proliferating wrinkles did not alter the familiarity of their brows and eyes.
Both men were gripped with excitement, their lips quivering slightly, uncertain where to start.
Seeing the guard following Wang Xinsheng, and Lu's father, who was squatting down playing with his small grandson, stood up, "Comrade, you must be Comrade Wang, the handsome Wang often mentioned by Xiaoxue? I am Xibao's grandfather, Lu Zhiyuan. Let's go inside to talk."
This was clearly intended to deny any prior acquaintance with Wang Xinsheng in front of outsiders, which Wang Xinsheng understood perfectly well.
"Grandpa!" Xibao stood up and ran over to Wang Xinsheng. However, upon reaching him, Xibao turned back and pulled Lu's father over to Wang Xinsheng, pointing to his grandfather, "Grandpa, this is my grandpa!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to draw an arc in the air.
