Shen Lian paid his respects to Ming Mei and Old Master Ming, then stood there for a long while. The mountain wind howled. At last, hand in hand, they left the cemetery one step at a time.
Yang Bin was still waiting at the entrance.
He was on his phone, its blue glow falling over the rims of his gold-framed glasses. Suddenly, he smiled and began typing.
Sun Binghe had been assigned the same tasks as him these past few days. They worked together and started and finished at the same time, so Sun Binghe had stopped bothering to drive and quite naturally started staying at Yang Bin's place. Tonight was an exception: he had needed to meet a business partner. Who knew he would get home two hours later than Yang Bin and still not find so much as a bowl of hot soup waiting for him?
Assistant Sun started sulking: [You're not even cooking. What's so attractive out there?]
Yang Bin patiently explained: [President Chu came to the cemetery. I only brought Teacher Shen here an hour ago. If I leave now, do you expect them to walk home?]
Sun Binghe understood at once: [Fine, just be a good driver. I'm ordering takeout. What do you want?]
Yang Bin typed [Noodles topped with crayfish], then heard footsteps approaching. He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked up. Sure enough, it was Chu Yilan and Shen Lian.
Yang Bin went around to open the rear passenger door.
His gentlemanly air was far smoother and gentler than Sun Binghe's, as though he would never lose his temper. Unlike Assistant Sun, who could open a car door for an ordinary person with an air of, "What are you staring at? Get in already. Waste my time and I'll murder you."