The old man smiled as he spoke three sentences, without malice. He said to me, "Don't worry, he will come."
I thought they wouldn't let me leave. I couldn't go. As long as the Liu family had that strange note, I couldn't escape this place.
"If that's the case, what would you like to eat? Look, I didn't have lunch this afternoon. I'm starving, and my aunt will be displeased when she finds out."
Looking at the old man's jokes, he said, "The child is quite amusing, Mr. Fu, go buy some food for this kid!"
Upon hearing the words "Mr. Fu," Mr. Liu stood up and bowed to the old man. After that, he took a gourd and walked away.
The old man carried two chairs, one for me and one for himself.
Not a single mention. Upon taking the chair, I placed it right beside the old man.
If the old man wouldn't speak, then I wouldn't either—this was a psychological battle. Whoever spoke first would lose! It was just like the arguments I had with my father. Needless to say, every time, I lost.
