Su Butong thought for a while and said, "Really? I don't remember."
"Of course you don't remember," Grandma said, "You were busy every day back then, where did you have time to hold the baby? It was always me holding him."
Mrs. Su laughed beside her, "Mom, you remember things so clearly."
"Of course," Grandma said, "Sixty years have passed, and every single event is etched in my memory. When he grows old, I'll settle the account with him."
Everyone laughed.
After the laughter, Professor Su looked at the child in Yang Ping's arms and suddenly said, "This child, who knows what he'll do in the future."
Xiao Su said, "He's still young, who knows."
"Indeed he's still young," Professor Su said, "But our Su Family, for several generations, has been scholars. If he follows this path, it would be good."
Su Butong nodded, and his gaze became distant.
"Speaking of which, I remembered something."
He looked at the grandchildren surrounding him and began to speak slowly.
