Seeing the glaring eyes of his elder brother, Qin Zhen touched his head and hurriedly sat down, cautiously asking, "What's wrong?"
Li Xianglu said, "Where did you get these two bottles? Explain in detail."
Qin Zhen thought for a moment and said, "I got it near the nunnery, the second house. Nana and I didn't even shout out; we just rode our bike and were about to head back when someone called out to us, asking if we wanted to buy stuff."
Li Xianglu frowned, "A man or a woman?"
Qin Zhen replied, "A man with a lot of beard, covering half of his face, and particularly long eyebrows, just like Grandpa Li's."
Mr. Li's eyebrows were long and drooped at the temples, resembling the God of Longevity from the New Year paintings, benevolent and kindly in appearance. But people with such features were rare, Li Xianglu hadn't seen anyone with eyebrows like Grandpa's before, and there was Qin Zhen encountering one while collecting junk.
