The unit knocked off earlier, since it was Mid-Autumn’s Festival.
Zhang Ye had wanted to rest an extra day tomorrow, so he stayed over to record the next day’s episode of “The Wizard of Oz” before heading home. His mom had called this morning to inform him that he should go to his grandmother’s place. Zhang Ye naturally obeyed, so he went home to the Jiaomen rented apartment, so that he could change into something more presentable.
Upon entering the corridor, he coincidentally bumped into Rao Aimin, who was coming out of the elevator.
“Eh, Auntie Landlady?” Zhang Ye greeted, “What have you been doing these days? Why haven’t I seen you? I have pushed the rent through the underside of your door. Did you see it?”
“I saw it. Wait up.” Rao Aimin threw the trash bag in her hands into a trash compartment by the door and took the elevator with Zhang Ye. She slanted her eyes at him, “You sure are good, kid. You became famous once again. You won first place at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet just now, right?”
Zhang Ye said proudly, “Just average.”
Rao Aimin flicked a ball of thread that had fallen on her arm, “To think that you accepted the praise I gave you. It is only because those people don’t know anything. Your poem was so sh*tty!”
Zhang Ye exclaimed, “Ah? My poem is sh*tty?”
“How did you compose it? Recite it.” Rao Aimin said.
“Alright, then please analyze and tell me where it’s wrong. I really can’t believe it.” Zhang Ye immediately turned offensive. He was thinking, “How could anyone pick a fault in Su Shi’s most famous work? Isn’t this bull****? Even those people from the Writers’ Association could not say anything, but you can?” He then shook his head as he said deeply, “When will the moon be clear and bright…”
“Isn’t that a load of rubbish!? When will it? The 15th day of the 8th month!” Rao Aimin said loudly.
Zhang Ye was stunned as he suppressed his speechlessness, “With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the clear sky…”
Rao Aimin interjected, “Why do you even need to ask the clear sky? There’s no need to ask it. Asking me would do. I already told you; it’s the 15th day of the 8th month!”
Zhang Ye’s brain was already filled with black lines, “…In the Heavens on this night, I wonder what season it would be?”