A Father's Sorrow

"So, tell me, what happened in here?" I asked.

"Yes, let's have a seat, please don't mind the shabby look of this house,"  Wu Fan said.

"I've visited several times, don't you remember, still I'm impressed you kept everything the same," I said as I looked at the simple vases, and few decorations Wu Fan had. He even had a hammer and a pickaxe hung on the wall, these were the first tools I created for him to help me with work.

"Ah yes, the old taste never changes. Wife, please bring us some tea," Wu Fan said.

"It's almost ready," replied Wu Fan's wife.

Soon she came in with a tray and a simple teapot.

Wu Fan took the tray from his wife's hands and poured me a cup of tea while she left the two of us in the room to speak.

"Sir Shen Bao, I don't know what happened to you, but I say life treated you rather well in these couple of years."