On the round table in the car lounge, there are all kinds of fruits of the season. In front of us, there are three cups of hot tea. It's like Biluochun bar. Grandpa likes to drink tea. Over time, he can watch and smell a little doorway.

Pick up the cup, feel its temperature, look at Erlang's legs on the left, Fu Zhiyu without saying a word, and look at Gu Nuo who picks up the cup to warm himself on the right hand. Why do I sit among them?

This atmosphere is awkward enough. Looking around the whole lounge, there are only three of us. Even the cleaning aunt...