Fubao smiled quietly and stopped talking.
If they continued, the old man would have a lot more to say.
Su Ming'an really loves to talk; he can go on endlessly, no matter when or where.
"He was very restrained during those years of re-education," Wen Ruyu, who knows the truth best, said. "He had a lot of things to say back then but couldn't, or he'd be beaten. He could only hold it in until now!"
Su Ming'an laughed heartily, "The one who truly understands me is you, Wen Ruyu."
Wen Ruyu glared at him, "Didn't you used to say Tang Song was the one who understood you? How come now it's me?"
Su Ming'an lived next door to Tang Song and Ouyang Lan. Their friendship was the best, so good that Wen Ruyu often envied them. But now, he doesn't envy them; now it's the turn of those old friends to envy him.
"Why don't you envy them anymore?" Hearing Wen Ruyu blurt it out, Fubao was quite curious.
