Uncle Liao smiled. His father was in his eighties, and ever since his mother passed away, his father's health had been deteriorating day by day.
Now, after holding on for so many years, it seemed that his father's time had come.
Living into his eighties, though he had suffered a stroke, his constitution had always been strong before, so passing away would be a peaceful end.
"Uncle Liao, your leg…" Tang Yue noticed that his leg seemed to make walking difficult.
"My leg, well, it broke during some manual labor, and now this is all it can do, walking isn't pretty," Mr. Liao said with a sudden onset of sorrow when he recalled the incident.
He wasn't particularly old, but in this family, he was the backbone. Since he was unable to work, the family's life had become increasingly difficult.
The eldest two sons had their own families and had moved out. Even if they occasionally returned, they never contributed to the household; if anything, they didn't take things out from the house.
