"Hall Master Dai, what happened twenty years ago?" Su Xuan asked, hearing Qi Qingshan and Yan Peng making quite a ruckus in the next room.
"Hehe." Dai Xiu stroked his chin, a strange smile on his face. "It's all the foolish things they did when they were young. It's better left unsaid."
"If you don't want to talk about it, then let's drop it." Su Xuan found a piece of rag, wrapped up the gourd, and handed it to Dai Xiu.
Clutching the gourd, Dai Xiu squatted on the ground, peering through the collapsed wall at the heavy rain outside.
"Brother Su, how about I tell you about their sordid affair?" After squatting for a while, perhaps out of boredom or a sudden urge to gossip about Qi Qingshan and Yan Peng, Dai Xiu spoke to Su Xuan in a conspiratorial whisper. "After you hear it, just pretend you never did. And you must not say I was the one who told you, alright?"
"I don't know anyone here. Who would I tell?" Su Xuan replied.
