It was already late at night, and the radio next door had stopped working. Zhang Guoqing didn't dare to bother his wife anymore; if he stayed out too late, his father-in-law might come looking for him.
The couple rested, cleaned up, and tidied the mess, then walked hand in hand out of the yard.
Under the moonlight, they left the alley and walked on the street, where quite a few people were still outside enjoying the cool air. If they were in their hometown, the village would be pitch black, and he wondered if his parents were really doing as well as they said in their letters, with everything going well?
Zhang Guoqing didn't want to linger on the street too long, feeling sorry for his wife who was quite tired earlier. He glanced at her legs under the long dress and patted the rear seat of the bicycle.
