Time flew like a white horse passing a crack in a wall, and in the blink of an eye, it was Sunday.
The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the grey tiles and white walls of the courtyard, draping the old compound in a thin veil of gold. In the Rolling Mill, the roar of machinery had fallen silent for the day. With no need to rush off to work, a rare sense of leisure permeated the entire city.
Yi Zhonghai had sent word several days ago that a banquet would be held in the courtyard today. This was no ordinary gathering; it was to celebrate Jia Dongxu’s decision to take responsibility for his and his wife’s old-age care. He had invited everyone to serve as witnesses, hoping to cement the commitment in the presence of the community and secure some peace of mind for his twilight years.
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