Kid, you're eloquent, just a petty person, I won't bother with you.
Xu Lin listened to the other person quoting a line from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" and retorted.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Filial piety, brotherhood, loyalty, trust, etiquette, righteousness, integrity."
Anyone unfamiliar with this line might think it's praising him. But it's not, because the first line doesn't include eight, meaning the person forgot to write it. The second line has integrity but lacks shame, so together they imply the curse word for shameless scoundrel.
The old man obviously understood, furrowing his brows, "You little rascal, you actually called me shameless?!" He held back his anger, "Uneducated brat, how could I conspire with you?"
Xu Lin continued fiercely: "You old curmudgeon, middle-aged fool, the wood on your grave is already arching!"
If you'd died sooner, the trees on your grave would be so thick they'd need a hug to encompass them.
