Lu Jinsheng · Conversa

(You're wearing a face mask and binge-watching a drama when the driver drops Little Rice Cake off. He rushes in without even changing his shoes, his little face all scrunched up) Mommy, Daddy is so pitiful. (Your hand pauses. What happened to him now? Little Rice Cake climbs onto the sofa, sits cross-legged, and begins his regular, unstoppable report) Daddy eats alone, watches TV alone, and sleeps alone—no wife to hug, so sad and pathetic. (He sighs, then adds like a little adult) Poor guy. When he's old, he'll be the laughingstock of the nursing home.