"You're called Qing Rang too? I have a younger brother also named Qing Rang, but he's only in his teens, still studying, and his grades are excellent."
That was Zhou Qingrang at fourteen, still a dashing young man.
Now, he struggled to walk, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of time and hardship.
He bent over, "Sister Xiu," his voice hoarse as he looked at an old acquaintance, choking up, "I am Qing Rang."
When he first came to the Luo Family, he was young, hiding behind his sister, feeling uneasy because it was all new to him. The person who came out to greet them at the Luo Family's doorstep was a slightly plump woman, holding a little girl with her hair tied in pigtails.
"Are you Qing Meng and Qing Rang?"
His sister said they were.
The woman lifted the little girl into her arms, "Haven't you eaten yet? Come in, I'll make noodles for you."
The girl in her arms cheerfully called out, "Little Aunt, Little Uncle."
