In the living room, Qin Nuo's mother held something in her hands, fiddling with it in her lap.

Qin Nuo drank a glass of warm water and noticed what his mother was holding—a long old smoking pipe, which she was gently wiping with a towel.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"This is your father's favorite smoking pipe. He used to sit in the yard and take a few puffs when he had free time. It's been left for so long, I wonder if it can still be used?"