Chen Fulin smiled and asked, "So, have you forgiven me? Give me your address, and tomorrow I will bring mooncakes and fine wine to visit you."
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "I trust you, but let's not talk about old times. It's best if we don't see each other again in the future."
Chen Fulin: "Why is that?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "I've always feared meeting old friends. Don't you ever fear it, Lord Chen?"
Chen Fulin was caught by Mr. Zhuang's gaze and choked up, unable to speak for a long time.
Walking a long way off, Mr. Chen, Mr. Jiang, and others regrouped. Shaking his head with a smile, Mr. Chen said, "Lord Chen is known for being amiable, and Mr. Zhuang seems to be broad-minded as well. Why do they seem to not get along?"
Mr. Jiang laughed, "Perhaps it's a matter of temperament. It's like choosing a brush for writing; some may look good, but they just don't fit your hand, and so you can't work with them."
