Meng Jingyuan whispered a few words with Tang Shuangqin, stopping the filming. Tang Shuangqin understandingly said, “You guys chat first.”
Meng Jingyuan nodded, just as he was about to follow, he paused and looked at Mo Sheng and Qi Leyang, who were both standing by. “You two junior brothers are not outsiders either, come along?” Meng Jingyuan patted Mo Sheng. Mo Sheng and Qi Leyang: “……………………” The two were nearly ready to kneel down!
“This is serious, Zeng Wen doesn’t even know that I’ve recognized an elder.” Meng Jingyuan spoke, breaking the somewhat sad atmosphere. Old Master Meng was both happy and sad; his emotions were complicated, smiling while still having traces of tears, his gaze fixed on Qi Shejiang. Qi Shejiang brewed hot tea for Old Master Meng, also with traces of tears on his face, too distracted to respond to Meng Jingyuan’s teasing. “With your senior brother sharing the same name, I can’t call you by your birth name, let’s call you Jesse like them,” Old Master Meng said. However, the unpredictability of life was just like this. No one would have thought that during the turmoil, the brothers managed to survive, each with their own circumstances, yet believed the other to have passed away.
“Jesse, do you know how your senior brother survived back then?” Old Master Meng asked. Qi Shejiang hesitated and began to recount his past experiences, changing some details to create a better narrative. He explained that even if he couldn’t provide clear accounts of overseas matters, they could be broadly dismissed as unclear or forgotten. Now everyone recognized Qi Shejiang as Qi Mengzhou’s successor, and one’s skills couldn’t be faked.
“Your senior brother was still so soft-hearted. He mentioned that to you in an attempt to find joy in suffering; I’ve heard Xiao Yinyue mention that he was all alone back then, although he had high skills, he was afflicted with an illness and completely alone in a foreign land without anyone to help. Xiao Yinyue wasn’t able to do much either, relying on friends to check on him; but being sick, he couldn’t even go out, and had to save firewood, adding to his troubles,” Old Master Meng said, continuing to sigh.
