Imperial City Primary School entrance.
"Guyu." Chen Xiangtai waved from outside the school gate, "Over here."
Su Guyu emerged, backpack slung over his shoulders, shoes clean and white, wearing a red scarf neatly tied, his collar straight. Unlike children his age who loved to bounce and hop around, he walked properly, greeting classmates and teachers along the way. Reaching Chen Xiangtai, he lifted the flower in his hand, "Aunt Xiangtai, for you."
It was a lily.
Chen Xiangtai took the flower from the little gentleman, "Where did this flower come from?"
A six or seven-year-old child, already quite articulate, he said, "The Chinese teacher held an open class and asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. I was the only one who answered, so this flower is a reward."
Bending over, Chen Xiangtai looked at the young boy with big eyes, "So, what does our Guyu want to be when he grows up?"
"A landlord."
"..."
Truly a surprising answer.
Chen Xiangtai asked, "Why?"
