The next day, Lin Chu returned to Peng City.
When he arrived home, the community's property management was busy putting up festive decorations and hanging red lanterns.
During the year-end holidays, Peng City was actually at its emptiest. Even the traffic disappeared as large flocks of workers flew away like migratory birds.
'If I had stayed on my original path,' he mused, 'with that salary and social status... it would have been impossible to make a home in this city, short of a miracle or a powerful benefactor. I would've just been a human battery, fated to be drained of my youth and then leave in despair.'
But now...
It was a scene painted in bold strokes.
In the living room, Hu Ping'an was playing chess with his dad while Wang Zhefei looked on. From the second floor came the faint clatter of tiles—mahjong, if he wasn't mistaken. The table was laden with all sorts of bright red New Year's goods... The festive spirit hit him instantly.
