Here, I must clarify that I’m not someone who keeps a tally of favors. It’s just that reporters like Shuisheng, with his frail physique, are quite rare. For those of us covering general social news, most of the time within the city, he often found himself exhausted. If he were to cover sports or entertainment, he might have already passed away. I really don’t know how he managed to pass his physical education tests as a child.
By the way, if Shuisheng hadn’t given me his address, I wouldn’t have known he actually lived in Zhidan Garden. I was quite surprised.
A few days ago, there was a lot of noise about the report on Zhidan Garden, yet no one knew he lived there. This indicates he wasn’t very close with his colleagues, who often gathered at one house or another to play cards all night. Clearly, Shuisheng had never joined in such activities. Anyway, since the matter was resolved smoothly, that’s fine. I didn’t have much work on hand, so I decided to call a cab to go back and move my luggage. Shuisheng seemed still reluctant, saying he had to catch a train, gave a few instructions, and left. I quickly packed my luggage, which was really just stuffing things in haphazardly. My luggage wasn’t much, and once packed, it was exactly two large suitcases — not too many, but not few either. Although one person could manage to move them, it would be quite exhausting. I hailed a taxi and rushed to Zhidan Garden, thinking I could ask the driver to help me move them. Shuisheng said he lived in the row closest to the archaeological site; it was noisy, the environment wasn’t great, but it was on the ground floor, so no need to carry heavy suitcases up stairs. While pondering this, I started chatting casually with the taxi driver.
