"Dad." Even though Da Qiangzi was speaking of things Dawang could hardly remember, his heart was inexplicably overcome with emotion, and he blurted out the word "Dad."
"Dad, Dad!" It was, after all, the bond of blood, and tears gushed forth from Dawang like a fountain. He threw himself into Da Qiangzi's arms and wept bitterly like a three-year-old child.
Seeing his son in such a state, Da Qiangzi felt a secret delight. He patted Dawang's back seemingly to soothe him while gleefully plotting his next move.
"Oh, my boy, your dad has been wronged and suffered a lot in the neighboring town. Today, as soon as I returned, I went to find your mother, and I haven't even had a meal..."
Before he could finish, Dawang had already wiped the tears from his face and said excitedly, "Dad, you've suffered. Come on, your son will treat you to a good meal!"
