He would laugh and watch him grow bit by bit.
Sometimes stern, sometimes silent.
What Chen Wenmian lacked was compensated by the Wolf King. To him, Wolf King Chen Fubi was his father, his irreplaceable father. He closed his eyes, not knowing when he fell asleep in the cautious dreams of Chen Wenmian.
His mother, his father were there.
His mother would gently embrace him.
Would lovingly use her fingers to gently tidy his hair damp with sweat after practicing swordsmanship.
Then the family of three would eat together.
His father would sit under the bamboo grove laughingly saying his swordsmanship was inadequate, and laughter would come from next door—it was his uncle Li Wanli's family, and perhaps his brothers who grew up together with him. The world was at peace, family all around.
He grew up quietly and calmly like this.
When he was about to leave.
Turning around, he saw his father and mother standing together watching him.
