Qian Guozhong set up the chessboard, waiting for Bai Cheng'an to finish massaging Qian Sisi before starting another game. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked up the phone, and upon seeing the caller ID, he immediately smiled and muttered to himself, as if talking to Qian Sisi and the others: "Old Huang is calling me at this hour..."
Qian Sisi didn't know who Old Huang was, but judging from Qian Guozhong's tone, it seemed like a friend or classmate with whom he didn't frequently keep in touch.
Friends and classmates of Qian Guozhong's age mostly had their families and jobs. Besides the few who lived nearby and gathered often, the others usually just exchanged greetings during holidays, catching up with a reunion every few years. Yet, their friendship was much more steadfast than that of today's young people.
"Old Huang, how have you been? Me? I've retired. Now I spend my time playing chess at home and bird-watching..."
