Chapter 161: The Bird Problem
Despite how weird he was acting about not remembering the owl on the third floor, I knew the librarian wasn't the type to partake in a cheap joke like this.
"By the owl, I mean this old guy here," I pointed my thumb at the old man and smiled. "He's almost as wise as an owl."
"What do you mean by almost?" asked the old guy.
"Well, you're not really wise despite your age. But I didn't want to be rude to an old fellow like you, who at best has a couple of weeks left to live," I joked.
Our humor was dark and always had a hint of truth. To others, it might seem like I was insulting old man Shan Sha, but we got along fabulously.
It felt like I had never left. The old man and I continued bickering while the librarian smiled at us from the sidelines.
By the end, the old man had finished his tea and was eyeing the second cup initially meant for the owl. Could the owl even drink tea?
I sat on the opposite side of the old goat and stared at him like a hawk.
"You know, I missed you too, old man," I smiled.