Summer days are long and nights are short.
Around five or six in the morning, every household starts its day. Jiang Dechun and Zhang Fengmei make tofu products and start early, well before dawn. By the time the light starts to show, they are already heading to the town with their tractor.
Nan Fei was really busy yesterday and went to bed early. She woke up to the sound of the tractor's engine in the yard.
She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes. Her vision was a bit blurry in the morning as it unintentionally swept over the bedside table.
It wasn't really a bedside table. She shared a room with Zhuanzhuan. They had two single beds, separated by a desk she used in primary school.
On the desk now, there was a red telephone.
It was strikingly red and common - typical of the aesthetic of the era.
Nan Fei thought she was seeing things. She blinked, but the red landline was still there.
The sleepiness instantly vanished.
