The great uncle who passed away early has always been a pain for the Yu Family, rarely brought up by anyone.
To An Ning's surprise, today Grandma Yu brought it up herself, and she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Was great uncle really good at driving during that era? Weren't cars very rare back then?"
"Isn't that the truth? How many cars could there have been at that time?" Grandma Yu reminisced about her eldest son, her eyes inevitably moistening. "He's loved cars since he was a boy. Back then there were no cars to speak of. He went out to the countryside and got himself a hand-held tractor to drive, and it was deep autumn in B City, terribly cold that day. He drove the hand-held tractor all the way from the countryside to our home. His face was frozen stiff, and his hair stood on end from the cold. I scolded him, yet he just smiled at me, saying that now he finally had a car of his own. How old was he then? Merely fourteen or fifteen."
