At noon, Liu Xinyu drove, with Wang Xiaoliang in the passenger seat.
They were going to the airport to pick up Luo Bisheng.
They had barely gotten onto the highway before Liu Xinyu could hold back no longer.
"Xiaoliang, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"Go ahead."
"What did Third Uncle talk about with you and Qishan that day? I've been wanting to ask these past few days, but it felt a little inappropriate. I'm just really curious. Can you tell me?"
Wang Xiaoliang turned to look at him and shook his head. "I can't. You'll have to ask Third Uncle directly."
Liu Xinyu turned the wheel slightly to the left and overtook a large truck ahead, still talking. "You don't have to give me the details. Just tell me how you felt, or the ideas they talked about. Would that be okay?"
Wang Xiaoliang leaned against the seat back and thought for a while.
"Have you ever thought about the meaning of life?"
Liu Xinyu laughed. "How old do you think I am? Why would I think about that? Have you?"
"I hadn't either. Third Uncle asked Qishan."
"What did Qishan say?"
"He turned the question back on Third Uncle."
"What did he ask?"
"Whatever Third Uncle asked, Qishan asked him right back. Every single question."
Liu Xinyu froze for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Then wasn't Third Uncle asking for nothing? Qishan's still the same old Qishan! Not even the man who saved his life gets different treatment."
"Not exactly," Wang Xiaoliang said. "I just felt like Third Uncle hadn't finished asking yet. There should be more to come. Qishan didn't answer. He had Third Uncle do the talking."
"So what did Third Uncle himself say about the meaning of life?"
"Third Uncle