Chen Shouwang returned home, and hearing the laughter and conversation coming from next door at Qi Taiguo's, he glanced at his own pitch-black, deserted room. He turned on the lights, saw the mess all around, and felt an increasing irritation within.
He closed the door again, left the compound, got in and out of his car, and found himself back at that little bar.
The weather in October was already quite cold, with the biting wind blowing. Chen Shouwang sneezed, wrapped his trench coat tighter, and rubbed his hands as he entered the bar.
At this time, there was only one table of customers in the small bar, a pair of youngsters, and they too were settling their bill to leave.
The bar owner, Liu Li, noticed him and instinctively glanced at the clock above her cash register. It was already eight in the evening.
Ever since Chen Shouwang had inadvertently come here for a night of drinking and passed out, he had returned twice, and the two of them had become quite familiar.