"Gentlemen, why have you come so early today?"
Bai Wusong clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Ling, today we are here to bid you farewell."
Ling Miaosheng was taken aback; he had a special connection with Bai Wusong, spending time every day studying music together. Hearing Bai Wusong say he was leaving, Ling Miaosheng found it hard to accept.
"Are you in a hurry to leave because there are shortcomings in my hospitality?"
Bai Wusong took out an envelope from his bosom: "To have found a true friend in my life is my good fortune, and to have received Mr. Ling's assistance in my destitute times is truly a blessing. Please accept this small token, for the expenses of our stay here over this time."
Ling Miaosheng took the envelope and saw it was stuffed with a thick wad of banknotes: "Gentlemen, this embarrasses me. Three meals a day, simple tea and humble food, how could I calculate against you?"
