When Sisi was leaving school, the sun was already tilting west.
She carried her backpack out from the school's entrance and immediately saw her dad's car. That sedan was parked in the usual spot, her dad standing next to it, chatting with an acquaintance, with a smile on his face. When he saw her coming out, he waved.
"Sisi, over here!"
She ran over, opened the back seat door, and got in. Her dad got in the car, started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the crowded street.
Sisi leaned against the seat back, watching the street scenes pass by outside the window, feeling an indescribable sense of solidity.
Her dad was off duty today, and ever since he started driving for Professor Yang, their family's life has improved; they bought a house and a car.
"How was your day?" Her dad looked at her through the rearview mirror.
"Pretty good," she said, her tone as plain as if she were talking about something very ordinary, "still number one in school."
