So, Song Xiang's children are still quite... simple and naive.
Song Wen, as the eldest son, was especially so. In the early years, he and Song Xiang suffered quite a bit, and later, lacking a talent for studies, he was put in charge of the household affairs. Over time, this led him to develop the stingy demeanor of a landlord, now resenting his brothers who wanted a share of the family property.
Behind closed doors, he vented his grievances to his wife, and afterwards, only then did he extinguish the lamp, blow out the candle, and go to bed.
Song Wen was over forty. Although he lived comfortably, his health wasn't great, and he often suffered from insomnia. But tonight, for some reason, he fell asleep quickly and drifted into a hazy dreamland.
In the dream, the clouds obscured the view, initially shrouding everything in mist, and then flashes of golden light transformed into a middle-aged man in a yellow robe with a headscarf.
It was...
"Dad!?"
