Friday.
In the morning.
The alarm sounded and Zhang Ye climbed up from bed rubbing his eyes. He headed to the bathroom to wash up while calling out to the living room, "Mom, what's for breakfast? I'm not going to work this morning."
His mother asked, "Did you take time off to rest?"
Zhang Ye squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "Yeah."
"There are only leftovers from yesterday, so make do with that," his mother said.
Zhang Ye said absent-mindedly, "Sure, anything's fine."
After breakfast, Zhang Ye kept checking his watch.
His father wondered, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "It's nothing, I'm just whiling away the time."
His mother suddenly thought of something. "Did you see the news? They're reporting about the national curriculum revision for the elementary, middle, and high school textbooks. Do you have any chance with the Chinese language textbooks? Can any of your works get published?"
