"Little Baldy, can you check why my radio isn't working anymore?"
Er-Er replied helplessly, "Grandpa Cheng, we only repair computers, not radios."
Grandpa Cheng's face fell, "You can't fix it? I thought you could fix anything that runs on electricity."
Er-Er was silent for a moment before reaching out, "Well, why don't you hand it over to me for now, and I'll let my brother take a look when he comes. Maybe he knows how."
"That would be great."
Grandpa Cheng happily handed over the radio, "Then I'll come back in a couple of days, goodbye Old Liu, I'm going home for dinner."
After finishing his sentence, he turned to his left, but Er-Er grabbed him, "To go home, turn right, that's the left."
Grandpa Cheng let out an "Ah," cheerfully stood correctly, and then turned right, leaving.
Old Liu watched Grandpa Cheng's retreating figure and said, "If I'm ever diagnosed with dementia, I'll buy a bottle of medicine while I'm still lucid, drink it, and end it all."
