Starbucks in the morning: The two middle schoolers next to me, barely out of their teens, were already whispering sweet nothings. The younger sister lay down next to the older brother, watching him play video games. Then Jay Chou's "Tornado" started playing in Starbucks: "Love comes too fast, like a tornado, inseparable from the storm, yet too late to escape!" Starbucks in the afternoon: A man and a woman in their thirties, accompanied by two mothers around sixty years old, sat blankly across a long table. They didn't know what to say to each other. The mothers, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Why don't you go for a walk? We won't interrupt your conversation." The children seemed especially outstanding in their mothers' words: The older brother's mother said, "My child is busy with work and is very conscientious." The younger sister's mother said, "My daughter is very 'naive,' she doesn't usually interact with boys."