On the evening of June 20, the Ke Bai residence was particularly desolate.
Ke Yinzhi and Bai Qiuwu were eating at the kitchen table, chatting about the events of the past six months. The two of them were deceiving themselves and each other with nonsense so natural, it seemed as if it had all really happened.
Ke Mingye monopolized the sofa in the living room, sitting there, head down, playing with his phone, while silently listening to their conversation.
If one were to say that perhaps one or two of the things Bai Qiuwu talked about that happened in high school were true;
As for the college life anecdotes his older brother recounted, such as "hanging out with transfer students," "going to internet cafes to play games with roommates," or "being punished by the teacher for failing classes," Ke Mingye would never believe that even a single word of it was true. It was all made up on the spot.
