"Nowhere is as lively as our Old District." As Zhang Xianyang spoke, he involuntarily thought of the big shots who had watched him grow up and only became more rambunctious with age. Smiling, he said, "Yanjing City is lively because of the venues; our Old District is lively because of the people. If you ask me, the Old District is still the best."
For some reason, Zhang Muyang was incredibly happy to hear that. The arm draped over Zhang Xianyang's shoulder tightened slightly as he said, "Starting tomorrow, we'll do what Wang Zhaoyi does and tour Yanjing City. We haven't even visited the Forbidden City or the Great Wall. When we go back and people ask us about it, it'd be pretty embarrassing if we knew nothing because we were too busy with that damn company business."
Zhang Xianyang turned to look at his older brother, suddenly understanding. By all rights, Zhang Muyang was only nineteen this year, a freshman in college. He liked to play and make trouble too. It was just that his status kept him from acting as wildly as kids from other families. Now, gazing at the brilliantly lit Yanjing City beneath the night sky, Zhang Muyang's eyes were dark and bright, his face full of a smile that made anyone who saw it feel at ease. Zhang Muyang had always been good-looking, but he usually wore such a stern expression that no one dared approach him. Now that he was smiling, two faint dimples appeared on either side of his cheeks. His eyes were clear, yet seemed to hold something unspoken, as he lowered his head and stared at Zhang Xianyang. Under the soft yellow light spilling down around them, even passersby stopped to stare.
Zhang Xianyang could even faintly hear the sound of someone