"Dad, how have you been all these years out on your own?"
After hearing Wang Jian's story, Wang Tianhe never imagined his son would turn the question back on him. Thinking of Wang Xiang still in the hospital, and then looking at his younger son before him, Wang Tianhe sighed.
"What do you expect? I've just been working. When I first left, I was at a feed factory, manually bagging feed. When the weather was hot, sweat and feed would get caked all over me. I couldn't bear to wear a shirt, just a pair of shorts. After a shift, I'd be covered in several thick layers of grime, even up my nostrils. It took multiple showers just to get clean."
