"Instructor, at such a sentimental and serious occasion, can you not drop the ball?"
"What does 'drop the ball' mean?" Long Wuhui asked, puzzled.
"…There's a generation gap; it's hard to have a deep conversation."
Long Wuhui rolled his eyes in annoyance and kicked Lin Hai again, "No respect for elders. I'm stuck with you now. It's not embarrassing to admit it since all the old brothers are dead. If anyone wants to laugh, they can wait until I'm six feet under."
Everyone fell into silence.
The old instructor's tone was relaxed, but the underlying sorrow was heart-wrenchingly sad.
"Lin Lengzi, help me inquire where our brothers were buried after they died. I haven't really had the time to visit them over the years," Long Wuhui said.
