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Brother Jin Qian's face is full of vicissitudes of life, as if it were a portrait of his ups and downs in life. In recent years, when he introduces himself to others, he always adds "nearly seventy years old". Joking among good friends is unscrupulous. Whenever this happens, I always say teasingly: "He was so old more than thirty years ago, and he is still so old more than thirty years later." In fact, this half-truth and half-false sentence would be more appropriate if it were changed to "He was like an old boy more than thirty years ago, and he is still like an old boy more than thirty years later." Of course, when he is said to be "like an old boy", he refers to his "heart".