Could there be anything more boring than this?
Yan Fei began to fix his gaze on the few stars in the night sky that were far from the moon, playing the role of a child counting stars.
The police on TV drive along with sirens blaring, looking all grand and mighty. Turns out, real-life cops are like this, crouching in a tiny trench by the river in the biting cold, staring at a desolate little stone bridge, passing time by counting stars when bored.
"What are you guys doing? Why aren't you talking?" Dang Wenzheng couldn't help but ask when he saw Yan Fei and Xiang Changqing staring blankly at the sky. "Don't you find this place picturesque and romantic? A crescent moon hanging high, a trickling stream beneath a small bridge, and bamboo forests. Isn't it romantic?"
Xiang Changqing, having been paired with him for some time, didn't bother to pick up on the conversation. Instead, Yan Fei humored him with a response, "Yeah, right."
