"Captain Han, Captain Han, wake up, we're almost at the place you mentioned."
Song Hongbiao woke Han Bin, who was in the passenger seat; the latter opened his eyes, stretched, and instinctively reached into his pocket, pulling out half a pack of cigarettes.
Han Bin took one out and placed it in his mouth.
He then searched his pants pockets for a lighter, but after rummaging around, he couldn't find it. Eventually, it was Song Hongbiao, who was driving, that took one out from the glove compartment and handed it to him.
"Captain Han, you were having a nightmare just now."
"Huh?"
"I saw you frowning in your sleep, muttering to yourself, 'It's all fake, it's all fake.' Did you dream about the end of the world again?"
Han Bin lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, then opened the car window and flicked the ashes outside, "Maybe I've been too tired these days."
