"Little Fatty?"
Zhao Le, who was wiping the sweat from Zhang Xiaoqin's face, froze at the sound of it and stopped.
As the siblings had spent more time talking recently, they naturally discussed many things—the period after the incident. Zhang Xiaoqin had always been taciturn during that time, but now that she had been given a new lease on life, she had become much more cheerful.
"That's right, little brother. You don't remember?" Zhang Xiaoqin flicked Zhao Le on the forehead. "Didn't you often go to Little Fatty's house to play PS2?"
"I vaguely remember him, but not very clearly." Zhao Le shook his head and asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly bring him up?"
—I'll crush you in minutes with Iori!
—Bullshit! I haven't even used Terry yet!
—Watch this! 124-Style: Divine Dust!
—Take this! Heavenly King Fist!
—Ha, thirty-eight-hit combo! You lose!
—Another round!
As they talked, Zhao Le also vaguely recalled a chubby, round face... It had been thirteen or fourteen years, right?
He remembered that their parents had not yet divorced back then, and the siblings had still lived on a street in the town below. Their neighbor had had a plump child who cried easily and was often bullied.
Zhang Xiaoqin smiled. "It's nothing. I think I saw Little Fatty's mother today. She's changed so much that I almost didn't recognize her... Though maybe I mistook her for someone else?"
"Here?" Zhao Le was stunned. He remembered his sister saying that she had run into an old colleague last time and even received five hundred yuan.
It was rather strange that they kept encountering people they knew at the same rehabilitation center.
"She's probably here to see a doctor, right?" Zhang Xiaoqin said absentmindedly. "She went into a doctor's room and hasn't come out for