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Feng Lin knocked on the door of the living room with a smile.
"Come in."
An old man's voice came from inside.
Feng Lin pushed the door open and greeted, "Grandpa."
On the sofa sat an elder wearing reading glasses.
His white hair was very lush.
He could still part it on the side, giving off a very refined air.
And indeed that was the case.
He was well-versed in a myriad of subjects, from music to chess, literature to painting.
Grandpa's musical accomplishments came from apprenticing with the village chief.
The living room walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings.
The couplets hung in the village during New Year's were all handwritten by the village chief himself.
"Shouldn't you knock on the front door first when you visit my house?"
Feng Juedi showed a slight smile.
"Grandpa, shouldn't you first ask why I'm here?"
Feng Lin sat down on the old sofa.
Even though my eldest uncle is so strong, he's still so afraid of the village chief.
