"It can't be my second uncle," Ma Zhicai kept reminding himself. Perhaps, he had mistaken a stranger who resembled his uncle for him due to too much drinking.
After successfully reassuring himself, Ma Zhicai decided to sit down and continue drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
While drinking, Ma Zhicai still felt uneasy. The figure of that man indeed resembled his second uncle, Ma Erlang. Even if he had mistaken him due to blurred vision, that man and his uncle looked too alike.
Unable to shake off his anxiety, he immediately put down his liquor bottle and ran out of the tavern to check, yearning for another confirmation.
People were bustling to and fro outside. Where could he find the person what he was looking for?