"Third Uncle." Zhi grabbed Tong Quanzi: "Why are you only coming back now? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Tong Quanzi was wearing a navy blue long robe. With thick eyebrows, big eyes, and skin tanned to a glowing bronze by the northwest winds, he had grown into a fine, tall man, with the essence of a man who stands tall and firm. He chuckled, crouching down to look at the child who had been in swaddling clothes when he left, now standing knee-high, head held high, calling him uncle, holding his hand. With great interest, he asked, "You've been waiting for me a long time? How long?"
Zhi tilted his head and thought for a moment, unable to calculate exactly, so he simply said: "Anyway, a long time!" Then, eagerly asked Tong Quanzi: "They all say your martial arts are excellent, just how good are they?"
