It was just past five in the morning when Yang Fan got up.
He quickly brushed his teeth and washed up, then cooked some simple porridge. After having a bowl himself, he rode his tricycle into town.
He opened the shop, cleaned up, wiped down all the necessary spots, and then sat down behind the tea table. He leisurely lit a cigarette, boiled water for tea, and waited for customers to come.
Another beautiful day had begun.
For someone like Yang Fan, who preferred activity over stillness, staying in the shop for long periods was somewhat dull.
Yet, he enjoyed the present moment as well.
Nothing in the world could perfectly cater to one's mood all the time.
Compared to the past, this was already a great improvement.
He was quite satisfied with the present time.
By mid-morning, the first customer arrived.
It was an old client, a man nearly eighty years old, but exceptionally healthy with a strong and vigorous stride that most young people couldn't match.
