Chu Dazhuang's Home.
In the courtyard, Chu Dazhuang's uncle and aunt were anxiously sitting on the tiny stools at the entrance, gazing outside.
"Where could Chu Dazhuang have gone? Has he returned yet?"
Xu Fengjiao fanned herself with a fan, dressed in loose clothing, continually creating a breeze.
Beside her, Chu Gen was rolling a cigarette: "I have no idea. The kid should have been back by now."
While speaking, he stuck out his tongue and gently licked the rolling paper twice, finishing up the sealing process.
"No clue where this kid has gone off to, always leaving early and returning late. Has he really gone and caught an illness from someone?"
Xu Fengjiao muttered to herself, not caring about Chu Gen beside her, who was fanning himself incessantly, looking wronged.
"Who knows, that kid, Dazhuang, was never too bright."
Chu Gen murmured, took a drag of his dry pipe, closed his eyes in satisfaction, and then exhaled a plume of smoke.
