I'm passing by

"Your home hasn't changed much."

Sixth Master hung his own bird at the door, and said in a low voice without looking back, "You haven't changed a bit, you haven't aged at all in 30 or [-] years."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Curious, but I don't care if you are old or not..."

"That's right." I stood behind him and looked at the small courtyard, and said, "You just need to remember that you owe me a life, a kindness, and that's enough."

"…you,"

After looking around for a week, I said affirmatively, "You are still at home, but alone, where are your wife and children?"

"The wife is dead, and the child... ran away."

"..." Looking at his appearance, I knew that his wife's death should have something to do with him. Thinking of the woman with a gentle temperament who had visions and hopes for his future, I couldn't help falling silent.

"Son, what's your name?"

"Xiaobo."

"Zhang Xiaobo?"

"Ah."

I suddenly remembered the quarrel I had overheard when I came from the other side of the city.

"Zhang Xiaobo, you're going to get into trouble!"

"Don't worry about it!"

"Do you know that the Thirteenth Young Master of the capital will never let you go!"

"Red hair, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with you."

"…you!"

I remember that the quarrel that didn't happen for a long time was entirely because the title of "Thirteen Young Masters of the Capital City" was really a second-year student, but I suddenly had a vague premonition.

"You... better get in touch with your son."

"…What do you mean?"

"It's just that when I came here, I watched a play. The name is quite similar to your son, or maybe it's just the same name and surname. You don't have to worry about anything..."

The sixth master ran into the house eagerly, picked up the phone, "Dud beep..."

"No, this brat doesn't answer the phone."

After calling for a long time, there was no response. In the evening, a call came.

"Are you Zhang Xiaobo's father?"

"I'm"

"Your son has caused trouble. If you want him to live, come and look for us on the site of the Thirteenth Young Master in the capital. If you come late, don't blame your son for missing a pendant."

"…it is good."