The next day, in the employee housing compound of the No. 2 Coking Plant, near Song Jun's home.
In the middle of the dormitory buildings, there was a basketball court.
The basketball hoop was long since dilapidated. The wooden backboard was rickety, and the rim was nothing but a bare metal hoop.
The sun was out today, making the weather a bit warmer, but Chen Yu still wrapped his down jacket tightly around himself.
Even so, he still felt cold.
Americans are "unafraid of the cold"; they even go bare-legged in the dead of winter, popping painkillers when their legs start to ache from the chill.
Chen Yu was of Chinese descent. Ever since he was little, his maternal grandfather had often nagged him to stay warm in his youth, or he would be plagued by ailments in his old age.
Later, after becoming a doctor, he knew that taking painkillers was just a form of self-deception, so when it came to staying warm, Chen Yu never cut corners.
