Fractured Hues of a Winter's Night Chapter 68

After dinner, we set up a mahjong table. Two old men from next door came over with thermos cups, and three old men and Aunt Tang gathered together to play mahjong until late at night.

Langston Xing moved a chair to the side, holding his niece and watching, listening to the four old people's conversation, ranging from the national map to the world situation, to the neighborhood, and then to the time when Mr. Zhang from the breakfast shop at the corner of the street gave him fifty cents less when he bought fried dough sticks yesterday.

The son-in-law of Mr. Sun next door is a local police officer. He is quite interested in the police profession and asked Langston Xing to talk about one or two cases he had handled, just for entertainment.

Langston Xing glanced at Grandpa Sun, picked up the unused mahjong on the table and handed it to his niece, saying, "It's not interesting, it's almost the same as what your son-in-law is in charge of."

Grandpa Sun nodded repeatedly: "My son-in-law is very brave. He lost a shoe and scratched his arm while chasing a thief on the street a few days ago. Later, the owner of the lost shoe gave him a banner."