"All right, all right, you can go now. You don't need to keep coming here—just remember my goodness once in a while. Sigh, it's a pity I can't watch that electric box anymore. As for that video call, you still haven't made it happen for me even now. It's truly left me brooding. I hope that once you have the ability, you'll bring a television set down here. Then I'll be happy." Madam Qi dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Could even corpses shed tears?
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But since it was Madam Qi's request, I couldn't simply ignore it. Being cooped up here for too long would surely cause trouble, so I immediately said, "Leave the television set to me. As for the video call, that might be difficult. If you really get bored, all you can do is have me come pester you regularly, Madam." I promised her.
"Is that really true? You absolutely mustn't deceive me." The moment Madam Qi heard there was hope for a television, she happily stood up and clapped. She had assumed that the huge pile of things brought in to receive the signal was the important part. She didn't know about electronic gadgets like storage devices. If I put on a few more Korean dramas, she might become addicted; she might even stop leaving the house or crossing its inner threshold.
"Mother, I want candy too. My bag is already empty." Zheng Qingling spoke with righteous conviction.
The mother and daughter amused me so much that I immediately agreed. Only then did they let me go. After I stepped outside, Song Wanyi was waiting not far away. Her slender, jade-white fingers toyed with flower petals as she pretended not to know I had