In the evening, with a cheerful mood, Su Changshun carried Li Xiaomei as he just turned his bicycle into the Quadrangle Courtyard. Before the wheels had even come to a complete stop, Yan Bugui, who had been lying in wait at the courtyard entrance, intercepted them. The old fellow pushed up his glasses, which were sliding down the bridge of his nose, and plastered his face with a fake smile that mixed anxiety with a sense of official duty.
"Changshun, Xiaomei! Back already? Perfect, just the people I wanted to see. I am here to notify you that right after dinner, at precisely six o'clock, there will be a full courtyard meeting in the Middle Courtyard to discuss an important matter." His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable tone of official notification.
Su Changshun propped his bicycle up on its kickstand and did not even lift his eyelids. "What is it about, Teacher Yan? In such a rush?" He knew the score inside and out; it was eighty percent likely to be that hot mess concerning the Deaf Old Lady.
Chapter 61