The same senior ward, everything in the old man's room from bed sheets to daily necessities was all brand new. In front of the sofa provided by the hospital on the windowsill, somehow a low table was brought in, with small stools on either side, and half-finished chess laid out on top.
Qu Chaozong and the old man sat side by side on the sofa.
The old man asked, "Do you know how to play? Want a game?"
Qu Chaozong hurriedly waved his hand, "No, for these kinds of games, I only know Gomoku."
The old man chuckled, "Really? Actually, I'm not very good either."
Qu Chaozong didn't believe him, "Are you being modest?"
The old man burst out laughing, "No, really. When I was younger, I liked playing Mahjong. Later, I got shoulder periarthritis, and lifting my arm for too long hurt, so I stopped playing. With nothing to do, I saw other old folks in the yard playing this game, so I joined in and learned bit by bit. It's only been a few years, I'm not being modest."
