Nan placed her hands on my neck with such an abrupt touch that I jumped to turn away. Yes, her hands were shaking.
“It was a hairy thing, and probably will take three incarnations to forget.”
“It is the past. Don’t think too much.” I tried to appease and ease her, hoping to sleep.
“Guo is hardly a grownup and never a responsible man.” She said in a tone of hysteria, as if I were her pillow. Sighing deeply, she restored the old topic that I’d almost forgotten. “When I fixed the roof and was blackened all over, I couldn’t help scolding Guo: You are a damn coward! Guess what, he yelled back: Who isn’t?”