Chapter 61: Tragedy and comedy
Lin Luoran flew back to Rongcheng with Wang Weiwei on Tuesday. Apparently, quite a few people had seen them off at the airport. Lin Luoran had gone via Beijing and met several girls she had once been close to but had lost touch with for a long time, along with their friends. The whole crowd had poured their hearts out to one another, and then the group had snowballed, growing larger and larger. They spent several days sightseeing and partying from morning to night, here today and somewhere else tomorrow. One batch left and another arrived. Had most of them not had businesses or careers of their own and worldly affairs to attend to, it really would have felt like a party that would never end.
Later, some of the central figures gradually departed, and things slowly quieted down. Since Lin Luoran and Wang Weiwei had to return to Rongcheng, they left after joining in for two days. Quite a few people drove over personally to see them off.
Looking at those affectionate faces at the airport, Wang Weiwei naturally saw two pictures in his mind. One was of the days when Wang Bu had little say within his faction, when he still worked as a writer for the local government and was not particularly prominent himself. Whenever they returned for New Year visits, Wang Weiwei felt his family lacked confidence. When they visited certain households, even uncles with no real power, posted to backwater departments, could put on airs and lecture his father, Wang Bu, who worked "out in the provinces." This depressed Wang Bu somewhat. And Wang Weiwei himself had clearly belonged to the most peripheral circle of officials' children in Beijing. In Rongcheng, he could perhaps barely count as a first-tier young