My Spy Years

Cheng Qianfan recalled a conversation he had with Lao Liao. Lao Liao gestured excitedly, saying that what he looked forward to most was at the end of the year, basking in the sun in his ancestral home courtyard, smoking a cigarette pack, shouting out, and having (grand)sons and (grand)daughters surround him. The commotion from his grandchildren would be truly delightful.,He clutched his ticket pouch tightly, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized every passenger up and down. "Tickets for those boarding!" he shouted from his perch.,Lao Liao's nose ached, as if he saw Lao Yao pulling the pin on a grenade and disappearing with the Japanese search party.。