Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 445: Reunion

Su Yang had grown far sturdier than five years ago, his shoulders broad. With the constant labor of running the paper mill, his skin was tanned a deep, glistening black. Fine lines had already appeared early at the corners of his eyes, yet those eyes remained as bright and spirited as when he used to hunt in the mountains years ago.

He furrowed his brow and strode to the courtyard gate.

But then, as his gaze passed over the woman’s shoulder and landed on the face of the young man outside the door—

Su Yang’s entire body froze as if struck by a binding spell, instantly rooted to the spot.

His breath stopped.

The laughter of the children around him, the rustling of wind through the bamboo grove—all seemed to be pulled away at that moment. His world narrowed to only this familiar yet unfamiliar face before him.

“Third… Third Son?”

Su Yang’s voice trembled, shaking uncontrollably, as if the sound was a broken note forcibly squeezed from the depths of his throat.

Su Ming looked at him. Looked at his dark, weathered face. Looked at his large hands, knuckles white from gripping too tightly.

He smiled lightly.“Second Brother.”

Just those two words.

Su Yang’s eyes instantly turned crimson. Two streams of murky tears rolled down the face of this iron-tower-like man without warning.

He charged forward and slammed Su Ming into a deathly tight embrace.

The force of his arms was astonishing—the brutal strength forged from years of heavy labor. Su Ming could even hear the faintest protest from his own bones, but he didn’t channel any spiritual energy to resist. He simply let that crushing force, nearly strong enough to snap him in two, lock him in place.

“You brat! You brat!”

drops onto Su Ming’s shoulder, his

damn it!

Yang held him tightly, as if afraid that the moment he let go, this younger brother, who had vanished for five years without a trace of life

Su Ming didn’t move.

his second brother’s chest. He felt the scorching tears soaking into his shoulder. Slowly, he raised his hand

“Second Brother, I’m back.”

massive commotion at the courtyard gate finally stirred the others

door was abruptly shoved aside. A woman, her hair already more than half gray, stumbled out unsteadily. Her hand

saw

stood frozen as if her spine had been ripped out. She opened her mouth but no sound came. The greens scattered to

way, and she collapsed straight toward the

“Mother!”

blurred

thousandth of a breath, he broke

his hands touched were thin, bony

Su Ming said softly, yet his voice carried

dam, streaming down uncontrollably. She clutched Su Ming’s arm with both hands, her withered fingers digging into his flesh like iron pincers, turning her knuckles white. Her cloudy eyes greedily swept over Su Ming’s face. She touched his cheek, then his shoulder, her lips trembling violently but

of gray smoke from pipe

old tobacco pipe he’d used for over a decade, walked out

robust frame had

saw Su Ming, his forward steps

farmer, who had toiled his entire life, simply fixed his bloodshot eyes on Su Ming

slowly, step by step, he walked up to

from years of labor, rough as tree bark—and heavily patted Su

carried a weight like a

things to ask, a thousand things to say. But in the end, all those words circled in his throat and condensed