"Chu Ming," Shen Yu's voice was low and deep, "with your talent, your future achievements are beyond measure."
This was the first time he spoke his name, not just 'you kid'.
"I have neither son nor daughter, a lonely life, and at this age to encounter you..."
Shen Yu was speaking solemnly, but when he saw the subtle change in Chu Ming's expression, he suddenly shifted, "Don't give me that look. I'm not taking you as my disciple, nor as my adopted son or grandson."
Chu Ming: "..."
"I don't have that ability, and you can't get too entangled with me."
Shen Yu had thought it over. Because he promoted the simplified script, he was exiled here. In short, he had no real chance to turn things around, most likely he would live out his days in obscurity.
But the young man before him was different. Chu Ming still had a bright future ahead—he must not let himself ruin that, nor let the hope for promoting the simplified script be lost.
