Fang Yang opened his mouth to retort, but was stopped by a voice from outside the door, "Old Zhu, you can't say that. Xiao Yang is just a child. You know he's only twenty-three years old. If the name 'Old Fox' gets out, he'll be scheming against people every day. Is that your responsibility or your responsibility?"
Zhu Laosan looked at Chen Fushu leaning against the door and said, "You're the only one who knows how to protect Fang Yang. You should know that he's my nephew. Do you think I don't know how to care for him? Hey, old Chen, you're standing at the door and you don't even know to close it. Don't you know that the temperature outside is only two or three degrees?"
Chen Fushu smiled and closed the door. "I heard your music department has had a good year. When are you going to treat me to a drink to celebrate?"
"Drinking is no big deal. You can drink anytime, anywhere. Why aren't you staying in your little corner of the world today? Why are you out out looking for food?"
"Hey, you old Zhu, we live in the same building, and you never visit me usually. Why are you suddenly concerned about me today?"
"Isn't it because I don't want to see your sour and rotten smell? Don't you know that you scholars love to be self-righteous? Do you think I, a musician, would want to come here to be ridiculed by you?"
Chen Fushu trembled with rage. "You old bastard, if you're so capable, then don't ever set foot in my house again, and don't ever ask me to play chess again."
Fang Yang found it amusing to watch the two argue. They were like two old children, arguing like two kids fighting at the school gate. They wouldn't even need to stay up all night; by evening, they'd be arm in arm discussing where to go for a drink.
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