In early January 1960, a bitter, knife-like wind swept through the streets and alleys. The air was thick with a biting chill, and the sporadic sound of distant firecrackers carried the faint promise of the approaching New Year.
On a Sunday morning, before the sky had fully brightened, Xushu wrapped himself tightly in his new military overcoat and knocked early at Xu Haitao’s door. Xu Hua and Xu Liang were already waiting at the alley entrance, riding their Rolling Mill bicycles. The bells, chilled to a muffled state, let out a raspy "ding-ling" at the slightest touch. Xushu checked his watch and urged them, "Let’s go. If we’re too late, the Supply and Marketing Cooperative will be packed."
The four of them walked toward the cooperative, facing the rising sun, their breath crystallizing into frost in the cold air.
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