The August noon sun was blindingly hot. Jiang Chu leaned against the railing at the exit gate of the train station, impatiently spinning his phone in his hand. He decided to give it five more minutes, max.

After five minutes, he turned around. A pair of dusty flip-flops came to a stop right in front of him.

Looking up from the flip-flops, there was a pair of red sweatpants with two white stripes on each side, a knockoff T-shirt where “Adidas” had become “Ada,” a migrant worker bag strapped so tight it cut into one shoulder, and a pair of cold, sharp black eyes. Half a blade of grass was tangled in his messy hair.

“Qin Zui?” Jiang Chu couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. *Damn, this kid looks like a stray dog.*

Qin Zui’s lips pressed together in a wary, almost imperceptible gesture. He stared at Jiang Chu, then let out a flat “Mm.”

“I’m your… brother.” Jiang Chu held his gaze for a moment, then just nodded, at a loss for words. “Let’s go. My dad and your mom are waiting at a restaurant.”

When he turned his head, he saw a ring of dried sweat stains on the back of Qin Zui’s black T-shirt.

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