Who knew who had come up with the saying "good things never come easy"?
As Ye Yaodong watched the rain pattering outside, those words came to mind. He certainly hoped this was a good thing taking its time, or he would be even more frustrated.
During the night, the sudden clatter of rain outside had woken him, and he had no choice but to lie back down and go back to sleep.
When he got up early that morning, the rain still hadn't stopped. It kept dripping away.
Now he had to wait again. Damn it!
Couldn't everything just go smoothly, with the weather, circumstances, and people all cooperating, so he could haul it straight up and open it to see what was inside?
It felt as though the needle of fortune had swung toward A-Guang. Everything that fellow did was going more and more smoothly. Even making a fortune was easy for him-he could casually pick up a large yellow croaker weighing over thirty jin-while Ye Yaodong kept running into one obstacle after another.
But over breakfast, he reconsidered. Perhaps something big was building up. The harder it was to get, the more substantial it might be.
That thought cheered him up again. It would be his sooner or later anyway. What did a few more days matter?
Seeing him scowl one moment and beam the next, his expression changing repeatedly over a single meal, Mother Ye couldn't help commenting.
"What are you thinking about? Your face is like a child's-cloudy one moment, sunny the next."
"Huh? Nothing." Seeing his mother keep glancing at him, Ye Yaodong added, "Just eat. What are you looking at me for?"
"Because you're so good-looking."
"You only just realized what a handsome son you gave birth to?"
Mother Ye pursed her lips and