Xie Huai'an returned home and Uncle Chen was waiting for him. The old man kept coughing and stopped talking.
Uncle Chen said: "Master, you should not go back to the capital."
Xie Huai'an poured him tea and said calmly: "Uncle Chen, you carried me out of the fire ten years ago just to prevent me from returning to the capital for the rest of my life?"
Uncle Chen was silent. He took the tea, his hands shaking badly.
Xie Huai'an stopped asking questions and turned to talk about the mourning hall. He mentioned the letter.
Uncle Chen said, "It's a letter from my hometown, asking if you want to continue the family tree."
Xie Huai'an didn't expose him - Uncle Chen couldn't read at all.
That night, Xie Huai'an stayed outside Chen Bo's window until the third watch. The old man didn't sleep. He rubbed a piece of iron over and over in front of the candlelight.
It's too far away to see what it is.
