The demolition uncovered an urn of ashes from decades ago. Helping the elderly woman find a cemetery where her parents could be laid to rest was the sort of thing worth having a reporter film as a promotional case study for our demolition office.
However, I didn't have the chance to invite a reporter to cover it just then. Maybe after the entire demolition process was over, I could mention it during an interview.
My thoughts wandered.
The atmosphere in the car was simply too oppressive.
Being distrusted by their own mother left Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun deeply dissatisfied. Neither of them said a word. Song Xian wasn't much of a talker either. Guo Yujie had no chance to say anything, so she and I sat on either side of the old woman like a pair of bodyguards.
The old woman had chosen the seating arrangement herself. She looked at her two biological sons as though they were thieves and robbers. She might even have looked more kindly at health supplement salespeople.
Song Xian didn't know the exact address of Longevity Cemetery, so she kept directing us to turn left, then right.
She gave directions without the slightest hesitation. Unless she was making up directions at random, she must really have been to Longevity Cemetery and clearly remembered the way there.
I tried to do two things at once: make sure Song Xian wasn't sending us around in circles or making things up, and calculate when she had moved to Workers and Peasants Sixth Village.
She must have been an employee of the city's Third Steelworks back then, and the time she moved into Workers and Peasants Sixth Village should have been around when the village was built.
Thinking about it, it wouldn't be surprising if the cemetery had