Jiang Weiguo was not skilled at telling stories; his tone remained flat, even at the climax of the story, low and monotonous without the necessary pauses at crucial points.
The only advantage was that these stories were real, not fabricated, and they were sometimes more fascinating than some made-up tales.
Jiang Feng and Zhao Lanhua listened intently.
Zhao Lanhua listened with particular attention, focused and utterly absorbed, without being distracted for even a moment. Jiang Weiguo might have been the only person in her eighteen years of life who told her stories, not that others lacked patience, but they lacked stories. In that era, it was exceedingly rare to find someone with experiences as rich as Jiang Weiguo's.
Zhao Lanhua neither spoke nor asked questions until the story had ended, then she began to ask about parts she did not understand.
Zhao Lanhua's questions were also very clear.