The young man Gu'er had spoken to glanced at her. He could tell she meant no harm, but this woman seemed very enthusiastic and chatty.
'Then again,' he thought, 'people around here are just like that.' He thought of his neighbors—the aunties and sisters-in-law—who could talk endlessly once they got started. 'I guess all women are like that.'
"My name is Dong Liang. My family calls me Liangzi. I work at the textile factory—just started two months ago. I used to live in the west side of the city. I'm not sure if you've seen me before, ma'am. You look a bit familiar to me, too, I just can't place you."
The young man introduced himself.
Gu'er silently committed it to memory.
Xinghua glanced at Gu'er. 'My sister is amazing,' she thought. 'She got his name and job out of him in just a couple of sentences. Not like me—I talked to him for ages last time but was too embarrassed to ask.'
