Hearing the firecrackers outside the building, Cao Weihua flew into a rage. "Fuck... who is it?"
Firecrackers had long been banned in Yang City proper. Enforcement was stricter during holidays and looser on ordinary days, especially when someone was getting married. Setting off a few was fine as long as they did not go overboard.
But wedding firecrackers were usually set off around noon. Today was no special day, and it was Tuesday. Who would choose a day like this to get married?
Seeing Cao Weihua head out, his brother-in-law followed. "Weihua, don't do anything rash."
The people setting off the firecrackers were not in the dormitory compound, but across the road outside.
Cao Weihua stormed across the street. "Bastards, who told you to set off firecrackers... uh, it's you?"
He was met by two aged faces streaming with tears—not strangers, but the parents of the girl who had jumped to her death.
"We're happy," the old man said, wiping away tears... or perhaps rainwater mixed in with them. He gave a miserable laugh. "It's not that retribution never comes. Its time just hadn't arrived. But now, hasn't it?"
Back then, Cao Weihua had been able to get away safely and leave the country because Director Cao had pulled a lot of strings.
As the saying went, someone who was not greedy was not necessarily a good person.
Of course, Director Cao had been protecting his own son. His choice was only human. But the elderly couple who had lost their daughter were only human too, were they not?
Their daughter had been dead for seven or eight years. Whenever they thought of her, they wept. Today, one of her former classmates, a child of the Construction Committee system, had called to tell them that Director Cao had died an