Lu Yuan slowly shifted towards the office area near the Opium poppy tree.
He found a large pit and rooted himself in the soil.
He felt the bustling social atmosphere, simply standing there, spacing out for a while, watching the sun slowly set, instinctively wanting to turn on the lights.
"Click, click," he pressed a few buttons, but found that the power grid had not yet been repaired, so he could only shake his head helplessly.
"Everyone, dinner time! Let's continue working after eating," shouted the chef who was cooking the communal meal.
Then everyone gathered to eat, sharing amusing stories from the war, describing how scared they had been, thinking of their wives and children which spurred them to bravely fight the enemy.
Some were actually boasting—they had clearly been firing machine guns.
The steaming white rice emitted a cloud of steam. The children also ran over, not having to go to school, they were thrilled, chattering away, discussing who knows what.
