I’m sitting outside on the patio of my girlfriend’s teahouse. I’m waiting for her to come back. Her father is flying to Paris from Fujian via Beijing today and so he’s landed and making his way to join us for supper. I’m looking forward to meeting him. He’s a famous tea art man from Fujian. But at this moment I’m just sitting here by myself, drinking Jasmine tea, watching the girls go by, longing to see Qiao Ying again. Since I live in the North and since I’m swinging all the time, we only get to see each other a couple of times a week. It’s only Wednesday evening and we haven’t seen each other since Sunday. Sigh!