"There are plenty of fun places. Once I've finished cleaning up the house, I'll take you all out to have some real fun. We'll get ourselves a boat, drift along the river, and listen to some pipa tunes."
"Listen to the pipa?"
"Haven't you read 'Song of the Pipa'?"
"It's in the Chinese textbook. I've memorized it."
"First line."
"At Xunyang's river head, on a night I send off a friend."
"The Xunyang there is Jiujiang."
Zhao Yi parked the car beside an old three‑story building.
"Everyone, out we go."
Lin Shuyou shouldered his pack, looked up at the rusted iron railings above, caked with generations of bird shit, then lowered his head and looked at the shabby, paint‑peeling front door.
This place sat at the edge of the city, like a corner that had been forgotten.
"Three-eyed, this is the setup we get?"
Ah You didn't quibble about conditions, but he liked quibbling with Zhao Yi.
He's the Eldest Young Master after all, and yet when his friends come, he puts them up here.
