Weekend.
Xiang Wan deliberately stayed at home waiting for Lu Tianming, since he was an old acquaintance of her father's, she regarded him with importance.
At ten in the morning, Lu Tianming arrived as promised, wearing a neatly pressed grey suit. Although he was in his forties, his prematurely white hair made him appear younger at first glance, but on a second look, it became apparent that he was not old. Instead, he was robust like a young man, with not a single wrinkle on his face.
Lu Tianming spoke with the tone of an elder, warm and affable, "It's been a long time, Wanwan, you've grown up."
Feeling a sense of familiarity with someone who had been close to her father and was of similar age, Xiang Wan replied warmly, "Uncle Lu, you seem to have not changed at all."
Lu Tianming laughed heartily, "I've aged, I've aged, not the same as before."
After taking their seats, Zhang Ma brought some fine tea into the living room.
