The conversation carried on until after nine o'clock when Xu Yang and Zhao Yuxin decided to take a shower and retire to their room.
Xu Yang called his classmate Han Yanghui.
Soon, the call connected.
"Xu Yang, are you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
From the phone, Han Yanghui's voice could be heard.
"Yes, I arrived at six o'clock, and I just heard from my mom that you're back too. It's been almost two years since we last saw each other."
Talking to this high school classmate, Xu Yang was quite happy.
"Yeah, it's been almost two years. Since you're back, let's meet up sometime soon and have a chat," said Han Yanghui.
"Tomorrow's the Mid-Autumn Festival, so definitely not then. How about the day after tomorrow? I'll call you then," Xu Yang said.
Tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival; he couldn't just wander off.
His uncle's family would be coming over too, to have dinner together for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
