"I'll take you back," Wang Yao said.
"No, thanks. I can go back myself." The old man walked slowly with a stick.
Wang Yao was worried about him, so he followed the old man until he arrived at his house The old man's back looked skinny and weak. He was hunched and shaking. Wang Yao felt sorry for him. The old man's back was big and strong in his eyes because he was a good father.
"Where have you been?" Wang Yao heard Wang Zecheng shouting at his father. It was as if he was scolding a naughty child.
Wang Yao stopped. He wanted to jump over the wall and slap Wang Zecheng's face. He wanted to question Wang Zecheng about who gave him life and brought him up.
However, he didn't do it. He didn't want to make the old man's life harder. Wang Yao turned around to walk back. He crossed the stone bridge, walked through the lane, and arrived home.
"How come you are back so late?" Zhang Xiuying asked.