The car started and merged into the flow of traffic. From the crowd on the roadside, a young man with a perm and a floral shirt stepped out. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he squinted at the car's rear for a long moment before snapping his fingers. Soon, another young man with the same hairstyle sidled up to him. The two whispered a few words to each other, then went their separate ways.
Ever since a phone line was installed in the Lu Family courtyard, Uncle Lu found it hard to get used to. The phone would suddenly start ringing—RRRING! RRRING! RRRING!—a harsh, jarring noise. It was too loud. Probably because Lu Jian Country was home, most of the calls were for him. Uncle Lu enthusiastically answered it for two days, but not a single call was for him, so he lost interest and couldn't be bothered with the contraption anymore.
