When Xu Chunliang found his grandfather, the old man was sitting in the park playing chess with someone. Xu Changshan was an excellent chess player, winning time and again, which made others bored, and even he found it uninteresting. He couldn't help but think of his old friend Gao Hong Hall, father of Gao Xinhua; they were truly evenly matched opponents.
In his seventies, friends around him became fewer and fewer, and it was inevitable to feel a bit downcast when thinking about it.
Seeing his grandson coming to find him, Xu Changshan stood up and left.
"What's up? Didn't they invite you to stay for a meal?"
Xu Chunliang laughed, "Why do I feel like you're full of jealousy?"
Xu Changshan laughed heartily, "How could I be jealous of a young girl? Speaking of which, do you have a... you know, with Pei Lin?"
Xu Chunliang interrupted him, "Grandpa, do you doubt my taste?"
"That girl is quite pretty."
"Your taste is outdated."
