Gu Xiaobei's eye twitched. "We're in legitimate business, we can't get rich off crooked ways, can we?" he said.
Bai Xiaolan glanced at the camera and said, "There is still film. I'll take some photos of Xiaopang and Mo Wang when I get back."
Gu Xiaobei thought the suggestion was good, and said with a smile, "OK, we'll just take a few of Mo Wang and Xiaopang, and with the rest, you and big brother can take some by the Yellow River."
On a scorching afternoon in mid-June, the grapevine in the small courtyard had grown rampant, blocking the blazing sun and creating a green canopy for shade.
