In the gloomy and dark dungeon, the only light came from the oil lamp on the wall, casting a few shadows that flickered and danced upon the walls, growing longer and then shorter.
"Brother Ma, Sister-in-law, why are you two also locked up here?" Zhang Konghu sounded somewhat excited, he couldn't believe he would meet his colleagues here. What was that saying again?
Reuniting with old acquaintances in a foreign land.
The couple Ma Zhuo were seated in another prison cell, separated from Zhang Konghu by sturdy logs.
"Are you... Konghu?" Zhang Konghu had disguised himself, and for a moment Ma Zhuo's couple didn't recognize him, they only identified him by his manner of speaking.
Zhang Konghu nodded vigorously.
"It's me."
Ma Zhuo's couple were full of regret. Even Konghu, a simple man, understood that he needed to change his appearance when going out. Why were they so bold to sell books with their original faces?
"You actually know to change your appearance?"