Cheng Qianfan recalled a conversation he had with Lao Liao. Lao Liao gestured excitedly, saying that what he looked forward to most was at the end of the year, basking in the sun in his ancestral home courtyard, smoking a cigarette pack, shouting out, and having (grand)sons and (grand)daughters surround him. The commotion from his grandchildren would be truly delightful.,Lao Liao took a glance at the yellow wine and let out a sigh.,On the second floor of a civilian house on the street, several dozen meters away.。