When it came to the subject of wrestling to the ground, everyone had a topic to talk about again.
First, as one gets older, they might fear nothing but becoming immobile and suffering. Once you're bedridden and can't move, in two to three months all your vigor would be gone.
Second, it's hard on family members taking care of you too, with all the chores inside and out. You can't even step outside because you're tethered by the sick or injured, and need to be on hand all the time...
The one lying down suffers, and so does the one taking care.
"A prolonged illness makes the son a prodigal," that's the idea.
As everyone chatted about this topic, sighs about age and health were heard all around.
But Song Tan looked on with a cold eye, seeing this group of grown men, rambling on and on, yet those who were supposed to drink, drank, and those who were supposed to smoke, smoked. Nobody seemed to take their health seriously, and she truly felt speechless.
