"Yan Xiaofei, do you think I need to bring an extra pair of shoes?"
"No need..."
"Then do I need to bring a thicker set of clothes? There might be typhoons by the sea, in case the weather gets chilly."
"No need..."
"How can everything be not needed? I can't possibly just wear the clothes I'm in, right?"
"It's not like we're going into the wilderness. In places like Hong Kong or Shen City, is there anything you can't buy?"
"Buy, buy, buy. All you know is to buy. Things there are so expensive!"
"..."
Yan Fei lies on the rattan chair outside the door, with the evening glow filling the sky. The breeze by the river blows gently, making him feel a bit lazy. As he watches the setting sun in the west and chats occasionally with his wife, a golden eagle stands on the armrest of the rattan chair, allowing his hand to drape unconsciously over its body. Around the chair, a variety of animals sulk about in a drowsy state...
Yan Fei believes this is what a happy life looks like.
