Playing with Fish and Insects

The sky is blue and the clouds are white, the trees are green and the grass is luxuriant. It's almost noon and there are few pedestrians. Zhao Guangfu and the boss of the contractor spent ten days soaking in mushrooms and repeatedly calculating the final payment for the small greening project. Today they finally figured it out and got the third installment. He was whistling intermittently, out of tune, and taking small, brisk steps with joy. Walking through a larger intersection with a pedestrian bridge, he found a man about ten feet ahead, his head tilted to the right, walking slowly, as if he was looking for something in the wide green belt.