On New Year's Eve, Li Ye went to his unit for duty as usual.
There was truly no helping it. His position was higher than others', so his responsibility had to be greater too. He couldn't possibly make his subordinates cover for him at a time like this, could he? If something really happened, was he supposed to let his subordinates go to prison in his place?
As Li Ye was about to leave, his daughter followed him out and coquettishly said, "Dad, you go on duty first. Once my brother and I finish watching the crosstalk and skits, Mom and I will come keep you company for passing the new year~"
"Alright. You stay home and celebrate passing the new year with Grandpa and Grandma first, then come celebrate with dad."
Ever since he had started working, Li Ye had spent very few New Year's Eves at home. But after nine every year, Wen Leyu would always bring the children and her younger sister to his workplace to celebrate passing the new year with Li Ye.
The care they put into maintaining that family bond deeply moved Li Ye, who had grown accustomed to the cold indifference of family ties decades later.
After all, decades later, it was always, "New Year's hurdles were hard to cross, yet every hurdle had to be crossed." The workhorses who made money earned everyone's smiling faces; the workhorses who didn't make money had nothing but tears to speak of!
Especially when Li Ye drove his car to a stop at an intersection, that hollow loneliness became even clearer. He could empathize even more with those heartbroken people who had struggled outside for a whole year, yet didn't want to return home because they had failed to make any money.
Because on the streets