High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 73 - 72: Flesh and Blood Meet, Yet Recognition Elude

The eldest son who went missing thirteen years ago has suddenly returned.

The usually quiet Chen Mansion suddenly beca lively with this news.

Like ripples spreading from a stone dropped in water, all the servants began to secretly gossip.

Because the rules of the Chen Mansion are quite strict, they usually don’t dare to openly discuss the master’s private affairs, but this news is too shocking.

Rember, the eldest son was only six years old when he went missing thirteen years ago, and now he managed to find his way back.

Although Master Chen had always been haunted by this incident and never moved away even after becoming prosperous, instead helping to renovate the village surroundings, hoping his child wouldn’t lose the way ho.

But everyone knows, this is essentially impossible...

How much can a six-year-old child rember from their childhood? Let alone the location of their ho?

However, the impossible has happened today.

Moreover, the fisherman who had nowhere to go due to a severe drought back then has beco the now sowhat renowned gentry of Jishao County, how could people’s minds not conjure countless tales of intrigue and stratagem within a large mansion?

However, in reality, they got one premise wrong.

Chen Kuang wasn’t a lost child who ca back polished; he was sold by his parents with their own hands.

The original Chen Kuang was wise beyond his years; he was extrely clear-headed when he left.

The Naless Musician deliberately took him for a walk around the house, letting him morize all the characteristics of the place.

Before selling him off, he also inford him that his ho was by Dongting Lake in Jishao County.

Chen Mansion’s living room.

All the servants had been dismissed.

"Kuang’er, is it really my Kuang’er! You’ve suffered all these years!"

Gan Tang was tearful, reaching to touch Chen Kuang’s cheek.

When receiving the report from the servant, she actually held no hope. For so many years, she hadn’t given up searching for the Naless Musician from back then, but all ended without result.

She was almost thinking her eldest son would beco her lifelong obsession.

But when she saw the blindfolded young man standing in the center of the living room, she instantly knew, this was the son she longed for day and night.

In her midnight dreams, every nightmare was the image of that child with eyes full of blood.

There’s no way she could be mistaken!

With one look, Gan Tang was convinced of his identity, and after learning his purpose, she imdiately had those "friends in distress" arranged into the guest rooms.

Without any doubt.

Chen Kuang held the hand of the middle-aged woman before him, but remained silent.

His emotions were very complex at this mont.

He had long fully integrated the two sets of mories; he was Chen Kuang, undoubtedly, whether it be the Chen Kuang devoted to revenge all his life, or the naless musician Chen Kuang.

Therefore, to him, accepting the parents of this body wasn’t actually difficult.

That’s what Chen Kuang originally thought.

But in reality, when he saw the splendor of the Chen Mansion, felt the well-maintained and smooth hands of the woman in front of him, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of repulsion.

This feeling of repulsion wasn’t his, but the original body’s...

Being blinded, sold to strangers, unable to display his talents, oppressed as a lowly person in the Imperial Palace, thirteen years of dullness and hopelessness.

And the parents who caused all this but lived prosperous days without knowing how many years.

He harbored unresolved anger.

Master Chen Rong, over forty, temples graying, having developed so composure, sat at the head.

Watching the mother and son reunited below, he clenched and unclenched his fists, tried several tis to stand up.

But the guilt suppressed for many years made it difficult for him to approach freely, wanting to speak, but rely opening his mouth caused him to tremble uncontrollably.

The bushel of rice exchanged for selling his son during the years of poverty beca a phantom like a bone stuck in his throat at this mont.

But after all, Master Chen was no longer the fisherman of those days. He took a deep breath, cleared his sowhat hoarse throat, and said:

"Kuang’er, how did you find your way back? And what is your current situation?"

Upon hearing this, Gan Tang hurriedly said: "You big fool, always bringing up the wrong topics!"

"Kuang’er has been through a long journey, now rest is the priority, why press him with questions!"

As she spoke, the emotions that had cald sowhat rose again.

Gan Tang gently caressed the callused hands of Chen Kuang, teary-eyed: "If not for the events of that year, would Kuang’er have to ’find his way back’? What nonsense!"

Mrs. Chen ca from a scholarly family, but broke ties out of a persistent heart to marry Chen Rong.

Chen Rong’s prosperity was partly because the Gan Family reconnected later on.

Bred for so many years, she had completely embodied the air of a mistress of a large family, except she still retained the talent for scolding she developed while fishing with the neighbors.

Chen Rong awkwardly smiled, but showed no intention of backing down.

Chen Kuang could understand Chen Rong’s caution, for the stability and safety of the Chen Family now, he should indeed suspect whether the person was an impostor.

But at this mont... he decided not to understand.

Chen Kuang touched his blindfold, softly said: "Back then, before the musician took away, he led around the house three tis, I endured the pain, felt every brick at the corners of the walls, every tree around, every inch of soil by the roadside."

"How the ho looked then, does Master Chen rember? I do."

"I rember vividly, even if blind for thirteen years, it still remains fresh in my mory."

"If you ask how I ca back? Then this is how I found my way back."

Chen Rong shifted his seat quickly, hastily said: "That’s not what I ant, I just wanted to know, how Kuang’er has been all these years..."

Chen Kuang smiled and said: "Can’t compare with the grand estate of Master Chen, could only make a living as an actor."

"Speaking of which, I still have to thank Master Chen, if I hadn’t learned a craft despite being blind, I fear I’d have starved long ago."

"Oh,"

He said softly: "I wonder if Master Chen still rembers which eye was blinded first back then?"

At these words, Chen Rong instantly stiffened.

He remained silent for a long ti, awkwardly stood up: "Kuang’er, it’s your father who wronged you!"

Chen Rong took two steps forward, passionately defending himself: "But back then, I was forced to do so, if I hadn’t done that, our whole family would have starved to death!"

"Though you beca blind, at least your life was spared..."

"I rember, it was the right eye."

Chen Kuang interrupted him, saying to himself:

"Because Master Chen, you’re left-handed... after so many years of correction, I wonder if you’re used to using the right hand now?"

Chen Rong’s steps halted, tears suddenly streaming down, replied hesitantly: "Not used to it, how could I get used to it..."

He blinked rapidly, seeing Gan Tang’s peculiar expression, he felt the dignity of being the head of the family slipping away, covered his face and said: "I won’t say anymore! I won’t say anymore!"

Gan Tang punched him: "Hurry and bring An’Er and Ning’Er back to see their big brother!"

Chen Rong now had no air to put on, left hastily, almost fleeing in embarrassnt.

Gan Tang looked at Chen Kuang, angrily said: "Ignore him, after all these years, this fishing brain hasn’t improved, yet his airs keep growing!"

"When impoverished, do not return, Kuang’er,"

Chen Kuang suddenly said gently: "Mother, do you rember this phrase? You embroidered it on my cloth doll."

"I kept that cloth doll by my side for thirteen years, accidentally lost it recently."

Gan Tang was taken aback, hurriedly said: "Losing it is good! When impoverished, do not return, now the family is rich, you must co back and stay!"

She stroked Chen Kuang’s head as if he were a child:

"Mother will support you for another one hundred and thirty years!"