"Ah Feng, have you thought everything through?" That night, perhaps because of the need for future cooperation, Mao Dazhu invited Xiao Xian and two others for a dinner. It was because of this meal that Xiao Xian ran into an acquaintance.
"Mao Yi?" The meal was at Mao Dazhu's home, a genuine Siheyuan located in East District. Mao Dazhu had reached an age where he witnessed three generations living under one roof; a Siheyuan split into four rooms, east, west, south, and north, where the three generations of the Mao family all lived together.
"Zhu Xiaoxian?" Thanks to the men's basketball team renting the gym frequently in the latter half of the term, Mao Yi, who was always forthright and had eyes only for basketball, was able to recall Xiao Xian's name.