"You little enchantress, everything you wear looks good, but nothing would look even better!"
Then, a series of creaking sounds from swiveling chairs emanated from Zhou Tao's office...
Li Wei arrived at the company's smoking area and lit up, inhaling deeply.
As he smoked, he stared out the window, lost in thought.
It had been almost two years since his father's death and his visits home had been sporadic, mainly because Wang Juan kept complaining about overtime and earning money, refusing to accompany him to see his mother.
Back then, he was too proud to face the idle gossip from the women in the village who loved to talk, afraid of frequent solitary returns home.
Now, he thought, he should go home to see his mother, then visit his father's lake grave to burn some paper money and chat with his father.
Over the years, his parents had suffered a lot for his sake, yet before they could enjoy any comfort, his father had passed away.
