The next day.
Zhang Ye got up at five in the morning and started walking around in his room with his hands behind his back. He walked from his room into the living room, then from the living room to the balcony, all the while trying to think of ideas.
His mother yawned as she opened her bedroom door and came out. "Whoa, what are you doing?"
Zhang Ye turned around and said, "Thinking of something."
His mother looked at the clock. "This early?"
Still in his pajamas, his father also came out to have a look. "What are you doing up so early? Do you want to have breakfast?"
"No thanks. Don't worry about me. Go back to bed," Zhang Ye said.
