On the ring road, the Ninja 650 with light green paint zoomed fast, weaving deftly between the traffic.
After crossing the bridge leading to Banping Mountain and reaching the first fishing village, Wang Longhu stopped his motorcycle and waited by the roadside for the two big monks who hadn't caught up yet.
After a while, Hong Wentai leisurely arrived driving his electric tricycle. He saw Wang Longhu by the road, jumped off, and touched his bald head with some melancholy: "I wonder if that couple moved away after all these years. If they did, it'll be a hassle—Dong County's regular population might only be a hundred thousand, but searching household by household would be like finding a needle in a haystack."
