Old Mrs. Qin took one look, the man's hair was gray, and his back slightly bent. His features had changed a lot since his youth, but traces of his younger self could still be discerned. "That must be Xue, haven't seen you for many years, I can vaguely remember that when we were younger, you once caught fish for me to eat."
Jiang Wanqiu's face changed, "When did I give you fish?"
Old Mrs. Qin, sensing the displeasure in Jiang Wanqiu's tone, corrected herself, "Maybe I got it wrong."
Old Mr. Xue put on his reading glasses and scrutinized Old Mrs. Qin meticulously, slowly recalling memories of years gone by, and after a moment said, "Is that Xiangjun? I didn't expect to see you at this age. You remembered correctly, I did catch them." He introduced, "This is my granddaughter, her name is Sufen."
Jiang Wanqiu interjected, "She got into Beijing University this year, and she's also the city's Top Scholar. Come, Sufen, meet your Old Mrs. Qin, she's our real fellow villager."