Just Give Him a Beating

Time flowed back to the day of Fang Yusheng's 25th birthday.

In the morning, Fang Yusheng woke up.

The sun's rays fell on his body, making him feel warm.

He slowly sat up and reached out to grab a handful of sunlight in the air. It was warm, but that surprised him. He usually slept early and woke up early, yet he had woken up so late today.

Even the sun was out.

He got out of bed barefoot and stepped on the wooden floor. Counting to himself, he walked toward the toilet.

Get off the bed, turn right, take eight steps straight, then turn right, take two steps straight to the washstand, take three steps to the toilet…

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went into the bathroom to take a shower and change his clothes. A wooden comb ran through his long hair. Fang Yusheng recalled what Aunt Jin had said last night. It was his 25th birthday today, and she was going to cook him a feast. He couldn't help but smile.