London, with light drizzle and temperatures only in the teens, an elderly man wearing a black suit sat on a bench; in front of him was the entrance and exit of the train station. Beside the old man stood a clean-cut young boy wearing an Arsenal jersey, looking somewhat confused and immature. He just stood next to the old man, utterly silent, and motionless.
An elder and a youth, they were like two statues, quietly standing there.
It was unclear how long they had been waiting when the old man seemed to awaken from a doze, stretching out his hand to gently wipe the raindrops from his body, chuckling:
"Kerry, I really despise this damned weather in London."
"They say that almost half of China is very hot right now," the boy called "Kerry" replied.
"I remember you weren't an Arsenal fan before," the old man teased, "it's really a pity."
Kerry shook his head and tugged at his jersey, "I've gotten used to wearing jerseys when going out."
