The old man in bed stared at her. She was stunned. She did not understand why the other side stared at her. It was neither going nor not going to stand there.

The old man on the bed finally relaxed and said, "What's the matter with you?" Did I ask you to be in a daze here?

"Not Grandma." The little girl turned a white eye in her heart and hurried to take a few steps to pass the spittoon over.

The old man coughed up a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm and lay back. "I know what you're thinking, is it thinking about this immortal, coughing like this how...