He had learned crosstalk only after the upheaval; at this time, he hadn’t even fully graduated, much later than some who had started from elementary school, but his skills shouldn’t lag behind. His master counted some coins, saying, “Your senior brother’s illness still needs care. Second senior brother has also hurt his leg, and the younger siblings at home are still small. It’s truly adding to the woes. I’ll think of a way for the money later, and we’ll tighten our belts for a few days.”
Qi Shejiang responded vaguely, unsure of what was going on, as his mind was blank. After tidying up, his master reheated some flatbreads, sharing one with Qi Shejiang while wrapping the rest up before heading out. By the time it was getting light, they arrived at a residential house. Qi Shejiang recognized this place; it should be his junior brother’s home.
His master knocked on the door, and a tall, thin figure with a pair of smiling eyes opened it. Clearly, it was Meng Mengda, but he seemed to look a bit…
“Master, junior brother.” Meng Mengda called out. Qi Shejiang: “……” This world was too crazy; both his master and junior brother were fine, but his junior brother had become his senior brother? No wonder Meng Mengda looked older than him.
…
“We are really useless; it’s one thing not to be filial to you, but we’ve dragged you, Master, and the other junior brothers into this, and now I’m still sick, and the second one hurt himself.”
Meng Mengda said, wiping his tears. His parents were gone, and he still had younger siblings to support. Usually, he partnered with the second senior brother to perform on the streets, working hard for barely enough to eat, often going hungry. Previously, when he was injured, it was the second senior brother who held it together. Now that the second senior brother was injured, they could only rely on the sect for aid, but everyone was struggling.
