"I'm getting old too." Mr. Meng's health has been inconsistent over the years, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Even Mr. Meng himself knows that his body probably won't hold on for many more years.
"Grandpa, you're not old."
Meng Yanzhi accompanied Mr. Meng for breakfast, and then took a walk with him in the courtyard.
Mr. Meng walked slowly, leaning on his cane, taking one step at a time.
Mr. Meng asked, "Yanzhi, where have you been these days? Why haven't you returned home?"
Mr. Meng sat down on a nearby lounge chair, staring intensely at him, not giving him any chance to retreat.
Some things, if left unsaid, don't mean they don't exist.
Meng Yanzhi was silent for a while before saying, "Grandpa, these years..." He paused before continuing, "I've started a small business myself, so after leaving, I've been busy at the company and haven't been able to come home to see you."
