Chapter 110: The puppet leaning forward
Tang Wu's home was in Zone B of the duplex villas at Xuehai Yiju. The grounds stretched deep inside, and the low-density housing made the place all the more secluded. In the distance, a subway train slid past in a long line beside the riverside waterway. Occasionally, a bird or two wheeled through the air. Those distant sights were silent. Only the cars speeding away along the nearby lane made crisp crackling sounds as their tires crushed the leaves.
Before heading upstairs, Su Can had seen several cars parked below: two Passats, an Audi, a Benz, and brands such as Cadillac and Volvo. The low-rise duplex building had only six floors, and Tang Wu's home occupied the fifth and sixth.
Until then, Su Can's impression of Tang Wu's home had remained confined to the Justice Bureau residential compound in Xiahai City. It held wonderful memories for both of them, though Xiahai had now become part of the past. Back then, when they cooked and read together after school, it had always felt as though those days would go on forever.
During those days alone together after school in Xiahai, neither of them could probably have imagined that, three years later, Su Can would once again set foot in Tang Wu's new home, this time in Shanghai.
Tang Wu rang the doorbell. Before long, Mu Xuan opened the door. She saw Tang Wu, then Su Can, and nodded, smiling without anything unusual in her eyes. "You're here."
Mu Xuan wore an apron over a fitted cotton sweater and a knee-length skirt. Her sleeves were rolled up, and she looked as though she had been working in the kitchen. Then she said gently, "You had a lot of classes this afternoon, didn't you? How did you