Mr. Qian despises this old guy's lack of culture and senseless lamenting, so he retorts, "Yeah, yeah, back then a pound of pork cost pennies, but how often could you eat meat in a year?"
Uncle Tang stays silent.
Feeling a bit better, Mr. Qian's mood improves significantly.
...
Time flies, and the day quickly ends.
March 15th, Sunday evening, the start of the new school term.
Jiang Ning rides an electric scooter taking Tongtong to school, and after checking in with the security guard at the gate, they drive straight onto the main campus path.
In front of them, there's a group of students in sports clothes, holding balls, but each one looks gloomy and lackluster.
Many students stand on the sidewalks watching the group, showing various expressions, whispering softly, and occasionally sighing.
Jiang Yanan and Shen Qing'e catch up to Wu Xiaoqi and inquire, "Is this our school's volleyball team?"
