The driver occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, feeling that this couple was particularly interesting.
The taxi arrived safely and smoothly at Beiwang Road, stopping at the entrance of the residential area.
Cheng Yulan and Mr. Zhao were doing their exercises, one stretching their arms and legs, the other puffing away on a cigarette with great satisfaction.
Both were typical examples, one thinking that since they were getting old, it was time to take care of their health and try to live a few more years; the other thinking, "Why not smoke more while I still can, considering I'm almost halfway into the grave?"
"Taking a break?"
"Hmm, did you go on a long trip?"
"Went traveling."
"No wonder I felt like it's been a while since I last saw you."
As the couple walked past with their backpacks on, they made small talk with Cheng Yulan, who continued stretching her arms as she chatted with Mr. Zhao.
"I think they'll have a baby first."
