Then I met Mr. Fan. He accosted me, this kindly old man wearing a yellow plastic mesh baseball cap. I was a translator before I retired. I looked ahead on Wangfujing and saw the coming intersection with Wusi Dajie. Explaining that I was out wasting time, strolling Beijing, would've taken too much work.
Many foreigners like to go there.
I am going there, too, to buy a gift for my wife. You can come with me. They have a good gift shop on the third floor. Mr. Fan walked briskly, nearly ahead of me, and clutched a water bottle in his hand. I found myself trying to keep up with him.