Qin Huai said, "Okay, but I have to save this wine for when you have time to drink it together."

"That's okay too."

When he got home, the old man was still waiting for him in the house, smoking a cigarette. Seeing the wine he brought back, he said, "Qin Wei is a kind and righteous boy."

Seeing Qin Huai's face flushed from drinking, he suddenly said, "Qin Huai, can't you sleep? I'm worried about the money in the store. Come with me to get it back."

Qin Huai said, "It's okay. The money box in the store is welded shut with thick iron sheets and has a big lock on it. It's okay."

The old man insisted, "No, come with me."

He wanted to drive but the old man wouldn't let him. As the two of them were on the road, the old man suddenly asked, "You're eighteen years old now. Isn't it hard to be single?"

This wasn't a question from an elder; it was a complete social stunt. Qin Huai evasively replied, "It's okay."

"oh."

Instead of going to the store, the old man took him to a door with badly peeling paint and knocked on it.

Qin Huai asked, "Grandpa, whose house is this?"

Old Man Qin said, "It's a good place. Will you go in later?"

The door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a charming demeanor came out lazily. She was wearing a red flowered cotton jacket, blue flowered trousers, and a pair of bright red silk shoes. Her face was powdered and smelled sweet.

This kind of dress was rare in that gray era. Qin Huai wondered why the old man came to see him, but he understood as soon as the aunt spoke.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the young Qin Huai and was refreshed. She glanced at the old man Qin who was bent over and suddenly became serious: "Old man, you are old, so you should stop hanging out with young people, right?"