When Wang Lin heard that, he smiled and said, “Dad, I just saw little Six’s wood sculptures, and it seems pretty good! It’s not even as bad as you say it is.”
His father snorted and said, “There’s too much difference. None of these people can match you. When you were only 8 years old, the wood sculpturing that I taught you were a lot better than theirs!”
Tiezhu’s mother looked at her son with affection and continued, “That’s right, our Tiezhu is smarter than them. Say, Tiezhu, you aren’t young anymore, and in these few years quite a few people found a matchmaker for you. I hear that saints can have a family as well, and since you came back then don’t go yet. Go with me and take a look, if there’s a good one, then you can sleep together…”
Wang Lin hesitated but smiled bitterly and said, “Mom, I am only so old, so don’t worry about these things.”