Luo Qiu had already finished the shaved noodles, while Old Feng was still absorbed in either the taste of the shaved noodles or in his memories.
Now, the city night was already occupied by different lights.
After Old Feng almost finished telling all the details about the woman who brought the child, he drank the remaining soup in the bowl.
Then he stayed silent for a second.
At last, he said, "Later, which was the day I was arrested, I finished making the clothes of that lady. What's interesting, I've only seen that policeman twice. The first time was when he came up with his wife and the second time was the day of collecting the goods which I was arrested."
Luo Qiu was already immersed in the story, as if he was watching the story repeating in the living room.
"Do you think that policeman started to suspect you the first time you met each other?"
