"Xiaobin, so you really do know Yan Fei! I thought you were just bragging!" On the way to the county on a dilapidated Jeep, Xiao Wen said to Jiao Bing.
"What's the big deal about knowing him? Last year we used to play by the river a lot! It's just that he's been so busy raising cows this year, we feel bad disturbing him..." Jiao Bing retorted with a scoff. Clearly, he was belittling his cousin's shock at such a trivial matter.
"Hey, it's just a kid who raises cows, look at you two, blowing his trumpet as if knowing him is some great feat. Don't you think your big brother here, driving this car, is very cool?" A young man who was driving at the front interjected. And with that, he casually ran his hand through his slick, shiny hair.