He entered Old Popo's living room.
The sun was setting.
The sunset's afterglow spilled into the living room, bathing the whole space in crimson.
Wang Yi looked around Old Popo's living room and plopped down on the sofa. "I love your living room. You get to watch the sunset during the day and the stars at night. You really know how to enjoy life."
Old Popo opened the bottle of red wine Wang Yi had brought. "This is a gift for me, right?"
"Of course. Who else would it be for?"
Old Popo nodded. "Then I'll use it to entertain you. Since you gave it to me, it's basically me hosting you with my own wine. That means you still owe me another bottle from this second batch. Bring it over another day."
Wang Yi laughed. "You really are a sly old fox. But that's fine. Forget one bottle—even two would be no problem for me."
Old Popo took out two glasses and poured a drink for each of them. They clinked glasses and began savoring the wine.
They started chatting as they drank.
Since they were playing each other the next day, they tacitly avoided talking about basketball and instead chatted about all kinds of things.
They talked about the history of red wine, stories related to it, the local customs and people of China, and amusing tales from Old Popo's days as a spy.
They chatted until midnight.
Wang Yi stayed the night at Popo's house.
It wasn't until after breakfast the next morning that Wang Yi prepared to drive away.
But just before leaving, Wang Yi finally brought up basketball for the first time.
"Popo, I'll give you a surprise in tonight's game."
Old Popo studied Wang Yi's expression and eyes, pondering what he meant.
Then he