Chen Cixiu took out a pack of cigarettes and gave it to Uncle Wen.
"Oh, what a fine cigarette." Uncle Wen took it out, lit it, and sighed, "It's not about the fish, it's about the fish. You're only twenty-three this year, and you already have a wife and your own company. My son, last time I told him about a girl, and she was interested in him, but he just said he wasn't interested and stopped talking to her after a few days."
Uncle Wen became more and more upset as he spoke, and he sighed much more often.
Wen Shu's son is four years older than Chen Cixiu, and he will be twenty-seven this year.
According to the way we calculate it in my hometown, I'm already twenty-eight, which is the traditional Chinese age.
There's a song lyric in my hometown that goes, "Twenty-eight years old and still no wife." The kids in the village often sing this song in their local dialect. It used to refer to older, unmarried men.
In the blink of an eye, Uncle Wen's son will be twenty-eight years old.
Of course he was worried.
Chen Cixiu didn't know what to say about this.
He was just keeping Uncle Wen company while he smoked, though he himself didn't smoke.
Uncle Wen wasn't the type to complain about one thing all the time. Since Chen Cixiu was there, he wanted to talk to Chen Cixiu about something else.
The two then started chatting about everyday things.
Chen Cixiu chatted among the adults, while Jiang Yu and the others had a great time on the deck, their laughter echoing from time to time.
"Alright, Cixiu, you don't need to stay here with us anymore. Go play with your wife. We're going to log off when we get there, you know how, right?"
After chatting for a while, Uncle Wen asked Chen Cixiu a question.
"There's no way I could forget it."
"Hahaha, great! We'll have a fish feast on the boat tonight!" Uncle Wen laughed heartily.
Chen Cixiu nodded and went to play with Jiang Yu and the others.
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