he cheng: that redhead boy, his eyes are green, right?
he tian: no, they're amber, just like honey or resin glistening in the rays of sun.
he cheng: and when was the last time he smiled?
he tian: well, this morning guanshan was eating a sandwich and smiled very-very slightly, out of the corner of his lips.
he cheng: right... and when is my birthday?
he tian:
he cheng: when is my birthday, he tian? when, huh? WHEN?