Old Master Fletcher smacked his thigh in anger. “Argh, how many times do I have to repeat myself? I am Mark Fletcher. Mason Fletcher is my older brother and he has been dead for decades!”

Sophia headed in that direction as she looked at Old Mater Fletcher playing chess with the silly old man. Old Master Fletcher had barely moved a chess piece for most of the day as he was busy boasting.

Stanley was bringing his dog for a walk while using his phone whereas Sean was standing among a group of old men while waving at her.

“Sophia, you’re here!”

She walked to Sean while asking, “Who is that newcomer?”

Sean answered helplessly, “That is the oldest person from my grandfather’s generation. He was deeply affected after the death of his only son. From then on, he has Alzheimer’s disease and treats everyone he meets as his son.”

He does seem like he has Alzheimer’s disease.

He explained, “He has been treating me as his son the whole day, but you shouldn’t correct him, though.”

Sophia glanced at the new old man while feeling helpless.

The most saddening thing on Earth is definitely when a parent experiences the death of their children.

 

While those two chatted, Mark and Old Master Mitchell had already played a few rounds with each other.

“Whoa, Mason, why are your chess skills so lousy? You are worse than my son!”

 

“Argh, I am Mark Fletcher! Mason is my brother and he’s dead!”

“Hey, Mark, my son’s calligraphy is great. When he arrives later, I’ll ask him to show you.”

“Your son is dead too!”

“Nonsense! Look, isn’t my son here now?”

Old Master Mitchell remarked while waving at Sean and stated lovingly, “Son, quickly come over here and show your calligraphy to Uncle Commander.”

but to walk over to them with a

to notice and still waved his hand. “Son, why aren’t you

“Dad, I’m

my son. You are my younger brother’s grandson, Sean.

Sophia and Stanley stood and beckoned

nudging him. “Son,

the old man in Sean’s family, he had no choice but to play along as Old Master Mitchell’s

Master Mitchell was even more upset. “Stanley Fletcher, I’m calling for my son. Why are

when

continued to point at Sophia while smiling happily at her and beckoned

was in a normal attire today. Why would Old Master Mitchell

something since he was also waving his hand at

In the end, she gazed at Old Master Mitchell, who

a tender look. His cloudy eyes seemed not

with a piece of paper and a pen on the table. A lot of characters had been written there—it was probably the ones that

glanced at her, asking, “Son, why

utter a word because she was afraid that she might expose herself as a woman. She glanced at Old Master Fletcher and

amiss. On the contrary, he answered with a

her head. Sigh, he is beyond saving! He can’t even differentiate between a

to write something. “Come here; write something to show your

looking at Old Master Mitchell. Then, she picked

a request. “Write an

Ancient poem…

of words with her narrow handwriting before placing the book in front of

over to Old Master Fletcher. He gloated, “Mason,

while accepting the book with

Qin Dynasty remains the same as that of the Han Dynasty. All those generals and soldiers, who are defending the border thousands of miles away

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