The dream skipped ahead several hours.
Yu Chuanfeng was suffering from a hangover. The place where he'd slept all night hadn't been comfortable either: the floor of a rented apartment, with no mattress, and a bunch of dead-drunk men piled together.
The blazing sun had shone down on them for hours before they finally woke up.
The glaring sunlight made the hungover men instinctively turn away and cover their eyes.
Yu Chuanfeng hadn't drunk that much. At least, he wasn't in a hurry to use the bathroom.
One man woke up and went into the bathroom. After that, there was no sound from him.
I went to take a look and found him sprawled in his own urine, fast asleep again.
The woman I'd seen last night wasn't in the room.
Another hour or two passed before the groggy men finally came around completely.
Yu Chuanfeng lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The ceiling was mottled, as if the paint had peeled, or it had been stained by smoke. It might also have been dirty marks left by a leak from the upstairs apartment.
The buzz-cut man got up from the floor, cursing and grumbling, then stepped over a few men sprawled like corpses and went into the bathroom. His curses and shouts soon rang out from inside.
The men gradually came to their senses.
Someone spotted Yu Chuanfeng and cried out in surprise.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Brother Nan, is that your son?"
"Bullshit! Would your sister-in-law have a kid with him?"
"Who are you, kid?"
"A thief?"
Yu Chuanfeng looked a little awkward.
The sound of the door opening rescued him.
The woman I'd seen last night walked in. Her high heels came down squarely on the thigh of a man in her way.