Uncle Wang sat in a wicker chair. Taking Li Guanqi's hand, he pressed a can of herbal tea into his palm, but instead of pulling away right away, he said earnestly:
"Kid, the weather's getting colder and colder. You should drink less of this tea. Starting tomorrow, I won't make it for you anymore. It isn't good for your health."
He was already quite old. There were many things he understood but chose not to say outright, so he could only express the things that should not be spoken this way.
Li Guanqi held the herbal tea, and his expression shifted slightly before finally settling back into calm. He took Uncle Wang's rough hand in turn and pulled a bank card from his pocket.
"Uncle Wang, my uncle left this card behind. He told me it was for you to use in an emergency."
Uncle Wang did not quite understand. He straightened in his chair, pushed the card away, and asked:
"What are you doing...?"
Li Guanqi did not stand on ceremony any longer. He forcibly stuffed the bank card into Uncle Wang's pocket, steadied himself, and repeated, "Uncle Wang, there should be enough money on this card to improve your life. Spend it however you want. Just listen to me. This was also one of my uncle's final wishes before he passed."
Uncle Wang stared blankly at the bank card in his hand. This was the first time he had heard Li Guanqi openly acknowledge Li Congrong's death, though he had long since guessed it.
After a long while, Li Guanqi had already taken his tea and walked to the entrance of the supermarket when Uncle Wang finally snapped out of his daze. He straightened up, looked at that retreating figure, and asked:
"Kid, where are you going?"
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