"Dad, take good care of yourself at home."
They were going into the county town to catch a train, and had to catch a bus. Old Mr. Zhao was seeing them off. As they were about to leave, Meng Yunhan reminded Old Mr. Zhao to take good care of himself.
There was a sense of reluctant parting in Old Mr. Zhao's eyes. The house, once devoid of warmth, finally felt lively with the presence of his daughter, son-in-law, and grandson. But now, they were leaving.
"You all just rest assured, I'll take good care of myself. You too should take care of yourselves," Old Mr. Zhao waved to them.
After watching their bus leave, Old Mr. Zhao trudged back to his recycling shop, his back hunched slightly more than usual.
Lin Weiyi, sitting by the window of the vehicle, watched until Old Mr. Zhao was out of sight. Then she turned to Yun Hao, who was holding their child, and said, "When we leave later, let's take Dad with us."