Seeing it was getting late, Gu Jiaojiao said, "Uncle Song, I know you like tea. Let me give you a tin of tea leaves. Please feel free to visit us anytime you have a moment."
"Thank you so much. Tomorrow morning, Song Zijie will come with a driver to pick you up at your doorstep."
Uncle Song left reluctantly. For the first time, Mr. Gu saw a guest off from the Su family home as if he were the host.
He walked him all the way to the courtyard gate. Mr. Gu gazed at the Qing City summer night. The full moon was like a mirror, and the stars were scattered across the sky—a truly beautiful sight.
The evening breeze was cool. The nights in Qing City were enchanting enough to make anyone reluctant to leave!
He wouldn't need to return to work on the farm. Their transfer orders had arrived a year ago.
He and his father were both supposed to teach at Imperial University, but his father had been gravely ill, his whole body swollen, making it impossible for him to endure a long train journey.
