This was awkward. She should pretend that she didn't understand. "When the time comes, you'll complain that I talk too much and make your head hurt. You just came back from outside, right?"
"Jinnian and my granddaughter are both outside. As an old man, I'm too free at home. I troubled the National Arts University to let me teach some students so that I can live a fulfilling life."
No wonder there was white dust on his sleeve. It was chalk dust.
He was already in his 80s, but he still went to National Arts University to teach. He really dedicated his entire life to the country. Zhou Niannian held Old Master Fu's left hand and said respectfully, "You came back from National Arts University, right? You must be tired after standing all day. You should go home and rest early. Rest well before teaching those students who need you to teach them."
