"Real martial arts manuals exist too?" Su Mu was even more astonished now, unable to suppress the curiosity in his voice. "What kind of manual is it? Can you take it out and let me see?"
As the two spoke, the bare-chested owner of the smoke-filled barbecue stall came over carrying a heaping plate of fragrant skewers. He set the iron platter on the table, making the droplets of oil tremble along with it. "Your grilled pork belly and chicken wings are ready, gentlemen. Enjoy!"
Zhou Hang nodded to thank the owner, then turned and gestured for Su Mu to wait. Smiling, he said, "Eat first. They won't taste as good once they get cold. I didn't bring that thing with me, but after we eat, I'll show it to you back at the place."
With beer and skewers, the two were both young men, and Zhou Hang had not had a proper meal in a long time.
Meanwhile, Su Mu had not eaten barbecue in a very, very long time. Before long, the two of them had cleared the entire platter of skewers.
After paying the bill and wiping his mouth, Su Mu followed Zhou Hang toward the old alley where he lived.
After entering, Su Mu pushed open the creaking old wooden door and stepped into the room he had not lived in for three months, yet which remained clean and orderly. His footsteps paused.
From the old desk against the wall to the neatly folded bedding, even the windowsill was spotless. Zhou Hang had clearly come by often to clean it. Warmth welled up in Su Mu's heart, and he could not help privately sighing. After all these years as brothers, such thoughtfulness was truly rare.
Just as Su Mu stared blankly at the old cup he