"Uncle."
"Uncle."
"Ah, it's Xiaochun. What's up?"
"I came to get Candy's stroller and, while I'm at it, wanted to ask for the phone number of Xiaoping Appliances down the street. It's getting cold, and I'm worried about my sister freezing, so I'm thinking of installing an air conditioner."
Mo Changyou didn't immediately look for the phone number of the appliance store, but instead pulled out a cheap seven-yuan pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, ready to light one up.
With a cigarette already between his lips and a lighter in hand, he suddenly remembered Xiaochun was carrying a little one, so he took the cigarette out of his mouth and tucked it behind his ear.
"Xiaochun, I'm not trying to lecture you, but air conditioners aren't cheap. As I recall, doesn't your household have a space heater? It should suffice. Kids aren't as fragile as you think. Look, every family gets through the winters, don't they?"
