After a full meal and drink.
Chen Yang and the old man didn't linger. After settling the bill, they left the tavern straight away.
"I still don't know your name." Chen Yang said.
The old man, with a half bottle of wine in hand, was chewing on a toothpick and replied to Chen Yang inattentively, "Xiahou Changming."
"Why do I feel like you're not just an ordinary old guy?" Chen Yang turned to stare at the old man, gazing intently for a moment before speaking with deep meaning.
"Haha..."
Xiahou Changming took a swig of wine and laughed, "Of course I'm not ordinary! After all, I'm not lonely."
Chen Yang: "..."
This old man kept talking about loneliness, truly an old rogue, never behaving properly.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
Chen Yang found it hard to imagine that an old man over eighty could behave like this.
But looking at his rosy complexion and energetic demeanor, it's clear he is old in age but young at heart.
However...
