Constant Gaze

Wu Shijiu dragged his suitcase to stand under the shade of the tree. He had chewed the gum in his mouth until it had lost all taste, but the owner of the house still hadn’t returned home. He walked down the length of the curb in one moment and went back to standing in the next, swaying from side to side, feet tapping to the rhythm of the music in his headphones, as the wind blew past his dyed flaxen hair still carrying the unabating heat of summer. He was thirsty, but still wanted to hold on for a while, biting down on his dry lips and releasing them with a “pop”.

Just at that time, Xu Xing’s car came to a stop next to him.

The glass reflected the pink evening sky and the velvet clouds. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a young-looking man, his upper body was turned with one hand still on the steering wheel, and he wore a Bluetooth earpiece on his left ear which was covered by a few strands of black hair. He looked up slightly, and probed with a deep, low voice.

“Shijiu?”

For some reason he felt a sudden shiver at being called out to. He straightened out his legs and stood, “Uncle Xu!”

“…Tsk.” Having confirmed his identity, the man’s smile unfolded and he opened the trunk of the car for him, “You used to call me brother when you were young.”