He was suddenly enraged and told the personal guards just standing by, "What are you doing just standing there, quickly get over here and pull my brother up."
"Hua Hua," Gu Shaocheng extended a hand and firmly pushed him away. His voice was low and hoarse, with restrained sorrow and firmness, reaching Hua Hua's ears, "Let me kneel a little longer, don't mind me, I don't want to hurt you."
Hua Hua didn't care and tried forcefully to pull him up.
Gu Shaocheng's voice rose several octaves, "Hua Hua..."
"Brother, are you calling this 'kneeling a little'? They said you've been kneeling for over two days now, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to get yourself killed? It's so cold and you're kneeling here for two days, do you think you're made of iron, that you can just abuse yourself like this?"
"The one buried here, is my mother."
For a son, kneeling to his mother is a matter of course!
