The old man began smoking, the strong smell of dry tobacco smoking Xueyi Lin's face red.
However, all three of them didn't mind and continued to listen to the old man's story.
The old man took a drag of his cigarette and said, "I'm getting old, my spouse passed away early, I have a bad temper, I like practicing martial arts, and I tend to stand up against injustices, which offends people."
"So, my son and daughter-in-law consider me, this old thing, an eyesore.";
"Less than a year after I retired and came home, I returned here and then I adopted this group of children."
He sighed and said, "After the supply and marketing co-operative was restructured, my pension was too low, I simply couldn't afford to send these kids to school."
"Then, I passed on all my martial arts skills to these children, but in modern society, martial arts skills are of little use."
"Without a university degree, it's very difficult to find a decent job."