This New Year's holiday seems exceptionally long, Fu Yan grabs a bite alone every day or dines over at Uncle Wang's.
That guy named Du Chengjun comes every few days, always chatting and laughing with someone, as if a blind date might actually pan out.
Uncle Wang, seeing what was on his mind, sat with him on the steps at the doorway and handed him a cigarette.
"What're you looking at?"
"Looking at the scenery. Never realized when I was a kid that our town's scenery was this beautiful."
"So, are you looking at the scenery or the people?" Uncle Wang snickered.
Fu Yan, a bit embarrassed, admitted with great candor: "At people."
"I saw it from long ago, you're interested in our Cancan," Uncle Wang took a puff of his cigarette, "That young man and Cancan won't work out, rest assured."
"How do you know?"
"What can't I see?" Uncle Wang chuckled, skillfully inhaling from his cigarette.
Fu Yan followed his lead, taking a puff: "Your niece is too hard to chase."
