"I knew you'd go off on your own to get the stones."
"You're just like I was when I was young, always believing that something chosen by hand has a soul."
Without asking a single question, he took a key from the set hanging on the wall and tossed it to Lin Yu'an.
"Take my big truck, the one with the flatbed trailer that can haul three tons. Use it freely; just remember to top off the gas when you get back."
Old George said, "But I must remind you, boy, we're doing a stone veneer, not solid walls."
"So, you don't need those hundred-kilogram boulders; you need slabs between 5 and 15 centimeters thick, understand? That will truly test your eye and skill."
"I understand, George, thank you!" Lin Yu'an sincerely thanked him.
"Why thank me?" Old George waved his hand.
"Neighbors should be like this, shouldn't they? Hurry up while the weather's good."
At dawn the next day, with the sky barely light, Lin Yu'an set off in Old George's Ford F-450, hitched to a flatbed trailer.
