Professor Weber arrived in Nandu on a Wednesday afternoon.
This time, he didn't inform Yang Ping in advance. After leaving the airport, he took a taxi directly to the institute. When the cab stopped at the entrance, the sun was about to set, the sky was dyed orange-red, and the shadows of the sycamore trees stretched long, like hands reaching toward the road.
Weber dragged his suitcase into the main gate. Tang Shun came out of the office building with a thermos cup in his hand, preparing to leave work. At the moment he saw Weber, the thermos almost slipped from his hand.
"Professor Weber?! Why have you come again? Why didn't you let us know beforehand?"
Weber put down his suitcase and opened his arms: "Your choice of words is inappropriate. Don't tell Professor Yang, I'll find him myself tomorrow morning."
