"Dream?" Nong Yao paused, then smirked, "Tell your senior brother, did you dream of snakes, or hats, or dark paths..."
"Senior brother, do you think you're the only one who understands Freud? You talk to me about these unsatisfied dreams, and all I can say to you is, nothing exists outside of your mind. The world you see is what's in your heart! What you think of others is exactly how you are yourself. I know of a brand of toys that's really nice, I can buy some for you to DIY by yourself at night, how about that?"
Nong Yao was talking about dreams that Freud linked with certain things, Qian also retorted sharply. This kind of banter happened almost every time they met.
"You're so unlovable, A Ka is more fun, she doesn't understand a word I say."
"Then go teach A Ka, I didn't make you stay here. My Xiaoqiang is making boiled fish for me tonight, if you come, there won't be enough to eat. You better leave."
