藏南晚星 - Evening Stars of Southern Tibet

Xu Nanheng was still a thousand kilometers away from Lhasa.

The longer he drove, the more irritable he became. He got out to smoke, only to find he had no lighter.

Just as the frustration was about to drive him to kick his tire, a man struck a flint, and a flame leapt out, held up to the tip of his cigarette.

Under the evening stars, this was the first face in months that Xu Nanheng found pleasing to look at.

“Are you going to Lhasa?” Fang Shiyou asked. “Could you give me a ride? My car broke down here. Name your price.”

Xu Nanheng narrowed his eyes. “Five hundred.”

Fang Shiyou: “You’re quite a warm-hearted person.”

……Damn. Should’ve asked for more.