“Mei called me earlier from Beijing,” mother said calmly while noisily dragging a seat, “Bing is in Macau. She asked if tomorrow Long could pick the little boy from Chaozhou.”
“Told you not to let Long send the little boy home,” said father, clumsily using his worn fi ngers with torn fi ngernails to open a bean pot, “Now Long has to bring him back again.”
“It has been more than half a year since Mei entrusted the little boy to us. He misses his grandparents and his grandparents miss him.” mother explained mildly, “I’m happy that Mei started working again. Aren’t you?”