Cheng Qianfan recalled a conversation he had with Lao Liao. Lao Liao gestured excitedly, saying that what he looked forward to most was at the end of the year, basking in the sun in his ancestral home courtyard, smoking a cigarette pack, shouting out, and having (grand)sons and (grand)daughters surround him. The commotion from his grandchildren would be truly delightful.,By the time you stepped through the door, the carriage was teeming with people, packed so tightly it felt like being in a sardine can.,Lao Liao wore an old, thin cotton coat. He wasn't squeezed in the crowd but stood at the edge of it, holding a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.。