"Really?"

Old Hu muttered after a long pause.

Helan Xiaoxin corrected, "It's not playing, it's telling the truth."

Lao Hu shook his head slowly: "I don't believe it. I don't believe you. But I don't believe it. My writing is as good as what you said.

"Uncle, please believe me."

Helan Xiaoxin stood up from the ground and unfolded the phrase with both hands: "If you always don't believe me, then when we get back to the city, you will immediately find a professional to identify the phrase for you. Don't say it was written by you then."

Hu Mitang's eyes slowly lit up and looked at the adverb.

Silver...