Start of autumn, the locust tree leaves in Qingyun County began to turn yellow, one leaf, two leaves, then silently fell.
Golden Iron Long Street, Forging Workshop.
A brawny, thick-browed and big-eyed middle-aged man frowned deeply. His junior brother had praised the boy named Su Mu highly in the previous two letters. He knew his junior brother to be silent and steadfast, not one to boast.
Because this junior brother had once done a favor for Wu Lie, he paid great attention to this matter, and had been lingering outside the Forging Workshop lately.
Today is the last day of autumn, yet there is still no sign of Su Mu coming to the Forging Workshop.
"Could it be that he has given up?"
"Father, mother asked me to call you for dinner, don't look anymore. That boy probably won't come. That person must be deceiving you again, father."
