Li Hao was surprised and nodded, "That's nice. Before I catch a dragon sparrow, I'll come here often."
The lame old man heard this and his lips slightly curled into what seemed like a smile, though its meaning was unclear. His expression returned to calmness as he puffed on a big pipe, smoke cloaking his face and hiding his expression:
"Once they all leave, this place will be quiet, unlike now, so noisy."
"Sometimes a bit of noise is nice."
Li Hao said.
"You're still young. I'm old now, and don't like the clamor."
The lame old man shook the wine gourd in his hand and asked, "Do you like wine?"
"I like drinking companions."
"Haha…"
The lame old man rarely laughed and then threw the wine gourd to Li Hao, "Then it's yours."
Li Hao was surprised. In the past few days of their acquaintance, the old man had felt neither warm nor cold towards him, not someone easy to get close to.
However, he didn't hesitate and took the wine gourd, shaking it, "Seems there's not much left."
"…"
