Ke Mingye pinched the cap of a Pepsi bottle tightly with his right hand and twisted it open with all his strength.
With a "pop," the bubbles in the bottle surged up. He quickly caught them with his mouth and then plopped down onto the public wooden bench outside the "7-Seven" supermarket.
"So, Second Brother, what did you want to see me for?"
Under the dim streetlight, he turned his head and asked Ke Xiaomo, who had also seated himself on the public bench.
Ke Xiaomo was silent for a while, sipped some Wong Lo Kat down his throat, the chilled drink flowing into his belly.
Aside from Ke Yinzhi, he didn't know how many years it had been since he last sat down and really talked with his younger siblings at home, and now he was even somewhat unsure of how to start the conversation.
