—Tsk tsk, Jiexi must be thrilled now; what wild route, he is quite legitimate as Mr. Meng’s nephew! Mr. Meng is now the oldest elder in the xiangsheng world.
Unfortunately, Qi Shejiang seemed not to be in the mood to chat with them and soon vanished from sight. Qi Shejiang could hardly hear the outside noise as he entered the deserted makeup room in a daze.
“Qi Shejiang?” The next moment, Zhang Yue pushed the door open and came in, closing the door behind him.
He noticed something was off with Qi Shejiang and followed him closely, but Qi Shejiang seemed completely unaware of his presence behind him.
In this small space, he even saw a familiar sadness on Qi Shejiang. This sorrow was strikingly similar to what he had shown while singing “Obsessive Dream.”
Zhang Yue’s expression changed slightly. Once again, it was like this; he had clearly recognized his master uncle. Although there were regrettable old matters, it could still be considered a joyous occasion, resolving the elder’s years-long heart knot and discovering his own background. To say it more superficially, those who used to cling to his humble origins would have to shut up and call him ‘grandfather’ now. Yet, he hardly looked like someone who was happy. “… You seem to have your own world, always hiding your sorrow that you can’t express.” This sentence was like a small knife, cutting open the suppressed pain of Qi Shejiang. After enduring for so long, Qi Shejiang faced Zhang Yue’s words and could no longer hold back, nor was there any need to. He had deceived others, but Zhang Yue had heard his inner heart through the melody of his strings long ago. He sat on the ground as if drained of strength, propping his elbows on his knees, touching his forehead, first laughing until his eyes brimmed with tears, then uncontrollably crying, like a two or three-year-old child, as if he wanted to cry out all his grievances.
