Fang Muye left not long ago, and the sky above the river outside the window was streaked with fiery clouds, signaling the end of the tea party.
Downstairs, before getting into his car, Duan Hongqing, in a rare moment of seriousness, said to Xiao Ming, "I started making my way out in the world at the age of seventeen, and in more than forty years, I've taken countless falls, but this time," he said, "I've traveled thousands of miles to give face, and I've never been happier doing it.
Kid, while you're young and full of drive, don't play it too safe. Making mistakes is no big deal; you've got plenty of time to correct them.
This old man really hopes he can see you create miracles no one has ever seen before I close my eyes!"
This was a heartfelt blessing, and Xiao Ming naturally took it seriously.
Bowing slightly, he said, "Thank you for the advice, Sir Duan. Rest assured, I will definitely make you close your eyes with peace of mind."
