The sketch mouthed.
Chapter 4
Exactly at six, I arrived at the gate, where Guo and Ru, Nan and a strange man stood focusing their eyes on me, like four tripods with large cameras under the groin of an aspiring showgirl. The strange man aged forty or fifty looked cool with a charming Dylan cap. The material of his cap seemed a sort of quality black leather, which had become polished over time. There were distinguishable cracks; each carried a gradually fading color on its surface. The cap well matched a pair of dashing brown leather shoes, a pair of light beige jeans, a long black coat and a scarf with muted shades of white and wine. At fi rst glance, his tall and straight and formidable skeleton, his shaved oval face, his deep steadiness behind a smart pair of thinly framed glasses, his slightly open and biting lips, his thick eyebrows like two thoughtful dashes of ink, all cast a shadow of his manliness. His appearance as a gentleman, his resemblance to a professor, his smell of books and money, his power, his knowledgeable intellect and his sophistication portrayed his character and his mystery.
