Xiao Zhang was startled by the words and honestly replied, "Yes, my parents passed away when I was ten."
"What illness did they have?" Han Kuang asked curiously.
He had heard from Xiao Mao last time that Xiao Zhang was very filial and had even gone back to repair his parents' graves. Thinking about his own unfilial son, he sought some comfort in other people's stories.
"No, that year my Uncle wanted to build a house, and the whole group went up to the mountain to chop trees. The trees on our mountain were as thick as washbasins, very sturdy, much more reliable than any steel-reinforced concrete. At that time, my Uncle's cousin was coming down from the mountain, couldn't steady his strength, and two trees fell down. It looked like they were going to hit me, but my parents rushed to shield me. It was because of this that my Uncle's family supported me until I became an adult." Speaking of his own parents, Xiao Zhang's eyes couldn't help but redden.
