Slinging her shoulder bag with a short sleeve white shirt on top, olive-green military pants below, and a pair of white sneakers, Zhou Jiao marched spiritedly through the gate of the planning commission.
She had barely taken a few steps when someone behind her yelled loudly, "Zhou, come here!"
Zhou Jiao turned around and, oh boy, she ran into someone she knew.
She hurriedly jogged over and stood straight, just about to greet him as usual, when she suddenly realized he called her Zhou. Should she call him Uncle or Comrade?
"No one to accompany you for the registration? I just happen to be going in, shall we go together?"
Upon hearing this, she chuckled awkwardly at the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a square face, "Uncle Xu, after you please."
"From now on, call me Comrade Xu, you know?"
Zhou Jiao waited for him to walk ahead, then followed, a step behind, "The way you say it, I'm really not used to it. But what you tell your niece must be right, I'll listen to you."
