Wang Yan was returning to Jingcheng for work, so naturally he made arrangements for Li Kuiyong and his wife as well.
It was more convenient to handle everything at once, so he simply arranged for both of them to go to the Film Academy.
Li Kuiyong would handle logistics, while Tian Fang would work as a librarian. Both were official staff positions, quite decent ones at that.
"Tell me where things are stuck. I'll go have a word with them in the next couple of days." Wang Yan spoke casually, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"I wouldn't say it's stuck. It's just that the neighborhood office still hasn't processed our household registrations. If we can't get our registrations sorted out here, we definitely can't report to the Film Academy over there. The teachers at the Film Academy have been very nice, though. They were quite polite when Little Fang and I went over to register."
"What about Auntie Wang? Isn't the community office doing its job?"
"Ah, Auntie Wang passed away the year before last." Li Kuiyong shook his head with a sigh. "We're getting older too. One by one, the people from the older generation are leaving us. Brother Yan, you have no idea. I've spent the past two months wandering around this alley, and quite a few elderly folks have already passed."
Li Kuiyong's mother had also passed away two years ago, worn down by years of labor. Now the whole family depended on Li Kuiyong, the eldest brother. He still had three younger brothers and three younger sisters, and it was about time to start planning marriages for the brothers and finding suitable families for the sisters...
Wang Yan exhaled a stream of smoke. "Birth, aging, sickness, and death—those are simply part of life. No need