Lately, Liu Haizhong would find Yan Bugui for a drink whenever he had a spare moment, sighing over the unfilial behavior of his sons over their wine.
"Old Yan, do you think that when I'm gone, any of my sons will throw a basin for my funeral?"
Yan Bugui gave a wry, bitter smile and shook his head. "Never mind those sons of yours who turned out like that, just look at mine. What are they like? Don't I know my own flesh and blood? We only keep up a decent front because there's still a house under our name; once this place gets divided up, who's going to care about us anymore?"
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