That evening, we held a celebration. The students dressed up in their finest, singing and dancing to their hearts' content. Our tables were laden with fresh food and fruit—a true extravagance in this era of drought.
Ever since Old Man Wen joined us, he seemed to have shed his burdens. He laughed and chatted with everyone, getting along better than ever. He no longer felt the need to maintain that stiff, sage-like facade. I watched him enjoying the music, the dancing, and the fine wine with genuine delight.
Feeling a bit mischievous, I leaned in and asked, "Old Man Wen, what do you think of the life we’re living now?"
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