Walking out of the airport, it was still the same parking spot, but Mr. Su Bai felt a sensation best described as "the place is the same, but the people have changed";
I remember the last time I flew back to Shanghai from Dali, it was the fat guy who picked me up, but a debacle with a vengeful ghost ended up making him move out of Fang's place. This time in Guangzhou, I plucked the fruit myself.
At this thought, Mr. Su Bai felt a bit sorry for the fat guy, guessing that he must have tried his fate, attempting to separate himself from the rest of us, but still couldn't escape the inevitable.
Twenty minutes or less after getting into the taxi, the car stopped in front of Fang's house. The place really is quite close to Shanghai Pudong International Airport; just get off the highway, take a turn, and you're there.
