"Xixi, this little fish seems not to like swimming anymore."
"Don't touch it, maybe it doesn't like you disturbing it all the time, can't you just let it play freely?"
"Oh." Liang Zheng took her hand and walked towards the main house, "Then let's watch TV."
Feng Jiamei's family was average, with four tiled rooms; the furniture was complete but very old.
The TV series they had was also old-fashioned, and there was no cable.
Only a few channels could be received.
Liang Zheng was watching a cartoon.
At noon, Liang Zheng suddenly ran outside.
Feng Jiamei shouted a few times at his retreating back, but he didn't listen.
Feng Jiamei didn't bother about him either.
She just glanced at Tang Xi, seemingly thinking it odd that she, his wife, wouldn't follow him either.
Tang Xi sat on a lounge chair in the yard, closing her eyes.
Feng Jiamei's constant chattering buzzed around her ears.
After more than ten minutes, Liang Zheng came back.
