It had still been winter when Lin Qian first arrived at Aida to start working one month ago. And Li Zhicheng had only just retired from the military.
Standing to the west of Lin City was the Luyuan Nursing Home, covered in a wintry landscape. Leaves on the trees behind the river had withered, and the water was chilly.
Xu Yong, the chairman of Aida, was staying in a house behind the river. It was sunny, and care workers and secretaries moved him to the grassland. Under the sunshine, Xu Yong was drinking a hot cup of tea.
After a short while, the guest the old man was expecting arrived.
The young man took off his military uniform. Even in casual outfits, he was still more strapping than others. His long silhouette cast itself on the luxuriantly green hill.
