October 5th.
Luo Ye was busy working and had completely forgotten that tomorrow was his birthday.
But tomorrow he would be twenty-one. He had already celebrated twenty birthdays; one more or one less did not seem like a big deal.
As a young person of the new era, Luo Ye felt that as long as he was happy, every day could be treated like a birthday.
Today, he was sitting in someone's yard—he did not know whose—lying leisurely in a wooden rocking chair and basking in the sun.
Beside him stood an old grandmother who looked to be at least eighty, leaning on a cane and staring at the young man sprawled across her rocking chair.
The old woman was advanced in years, and none of her children were by her side, yet she had several acres of land.
So during this period, college students had been helping her with things around the house.
Luo Ye had worked in the yard for half the day. Seeing a chair that looked quite comfortable, he had lain down on it.
Old folks really knew how to enjoy themselves. This little chair felt incredible.
He rocked and rocked until he was almost asleep.
It was noon. Teacher Li Na and Dong Fang, the two photographers, were also responsible for delivering meals, bringing boxed lunches from town to the various villages.
Teacher Li Na arrived at the old grandmother's front gate. Standing outside, she looked into the yard and immediately revealed an expression of utter shock.
What had she seen?
How could something so utterly backwards exist in this world?
An eighty-year-old stood while a twenty-year-old lay down.
At the sight of this, Teacher Li Na stormed inside with fury written all over her face and shouted, "Luo! Ye!"
Hearing someone call his name,