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Post by England on Apr 29, 2010 9:56:44 GMT -5
The warmth of the building was starting to dry his exposed skin, making his eyes close just a fraction as he enjoyed it. And the promise of tea lifted his spirits more than anything - the smile on his face was brighter than any he remembered having for the past... well... a long time, he guessed.
"Hmm? My family?" the smile slid from his face and he huddled further down onto the bench. "... I'm looking for them too... I just don't remember what they look like... or if they're alive... or if they weren't the ones to leave me in the first place..." his eyes darkened as he remembered that he still had no leads for his family.
"Yao's helping me look but... neither one of us is having any luck."
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pilipinas
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Post by pilipinas on May 14, 2010 23:32:30 GMT -5
Feng listened in earnest as Cái explained his situation. Looking for family . . . it made him think of Yao and Mei, wherever they were. He hoped they would recognize him after all these years. He hoped he would recognize them.
In the meantime, the same woman came back with two clay tea cups, both a faded green colour to match the liquid inside. Steam rose from either cup as the woman placed the drinks before them. Feng offered a quiet "Xièxiè," as she walked away, with a small nod.
He reached for one of the cups, and pushed the other closer to Cái. He blew over the rim of the cup, watching the steam waver in the air. His companion's final sentence made him nearly slam the tea back down. he gripped the clay hard, the hot contents intensely burning on his hands, but looked to Cái with wide eyes, if only for a split second.
'No,' he told himself, 'Yao is a common name.'
He calmed with an exhale, looking down at the strewn tea leaves floating about in the bottom of his cup. "Yao is my brother's name," Feng admitted after a slient moment, "I haven't seen him . . . in years," he breathed.
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Post by England on Jun 13, 2010 13:50:43 GMT -5
At first Cái didn't notice the tenseness that radiated off Feng - he was much too interested in the cup of tea that was placed before him. He savored the burning the moment his hands wrapped around the cup and the searing faintly metallic taste of the tea as it slid down his throat. Normally he hated the taste without cream or sugar (in other words, he didn't drink a lot of asian teas as being glared at by an entire shop full of tea enthusiasts eventually got to be more embarrassing than funny) so he drank it down as fast as he could, burning his tongue and throat but enjoying the burn.
When he finally looked over at the other teen again and saw the faint expression on his face, Cai bit his lip nervously. "... Yao is a common name..." he sighed eventually, not knowing he was mirroring the others silent thoughts. "But... his full name is Wang Yao. Is that who you're looking for?"
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Post by pilipinas on Jun 20, 2010 21:04:07 GMT -5
Feng was a little surprised seeing Cái practically inhale the contents of his teacup. He looked down to his own drink; he might as well drink it, he ordered it after all. He sipped at it first, the contents still leaving a stinging sensation on his tongue from the heat, not to mention the addition of the slightly bitter, but nostalgically recognizable flavour. He took a couple gulps. It was good.
He looked back over to Cái, who had begun to speak now that the contents of his tea was almost gone. Wang Yao. His brother. There were so many people in China -- and so many Chinese people outside of China. How many 'Wang Yao's could there be? Hundreds, probably. Would it be okay to get his hopes up at this prospect?
Feng nodded, more eagerly than he was meaning to. "Yes, that's my brother's full name," he answered. How common were surnames these days? He couldn't help but wonder. Out the window, the rain had yet to lighten up. "How did you meet him? What is he like?" Feng, in his inquiry, leaned closer to Cái.
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