Ye Chen stepped toward Elder Pang, one step at a time. This elderly man had once given him considerable help and affection. Ye Chen had always been puzzled as to why he cared about him so much, was so considerate and concerned about him. Even today, Ye Chen might not understand. Nonetheless, the impression Elder Pang left on Ye Chen's mind was profound; he was a kind-hearted old man.
When Ye Chen walked into the pavilion, Elder Pang suddenly put down his fishing rod, stood up from the small stool, and laughed, "Little Yezi, have you come?"
"Elder... Elder Pang!" Ye Chen suddenly found his vision blurred by tears.
"Ha-ha, you silly boy. Haven't seen you for years, and you've started to like crying?" Elder Pang suddenly burst into laughter, his ruddy, wine-flushed nose especially red.
"No!" Ye Chen immediately snapped to attention with a salute and said, "Nanjing Military District, Iron Eagle Team member Ye Chen reporting to Elder Pang!"