Old Shah spoke to me in a faster and faster tone, impatient to express his intentions.
"That Dana," said Old Shah, "he went through things that I no longer, but all of them, he told me later."
"I understand," I understood Lao Sha's confusion, he was afraid that if he did not use his own eyes to see the scene to say this thing, I would question the authenticity of his narrative. So I went on to say, "It's okay, just tell me what really happened to Dana, and later you just tell me the same way he told you, I can understand."
"In the end, I write novels," Lao Sha relaxed, "I know what this means, that is, I can not say, but you say so, it brings out my thoughts."
"Well," I smiled and handed Lao Sha a cigarette, "I'd be very interested in what secret martial arts skills Dana has on him, an
