Zhao Tianxiang gazed into the distance, his voice seeming to come from a faraway place, "Facing life and death, how could one forget?"
Sister-in-law Zhao did not respond to this.
The disparity between Laosan's family and theirs grew larger over time.
Laosan's family now boasted two college students.
With Laosan's wife, Da Bao, and Xiao Bao, their academic performance couldn't be too far behind.
It seemed he had heard that Da Bao had scored double hundreds on the final exam.
"Xiao Mao's father, shall we go find Dad?"
The father-in-law was a just man.
Would he help?
"Dad won't help us persuade Laosan,"
His father, in his work, did not mix personal matters; otherwise, he and Laoer would not merely be members—others would have become squad leaders or scorekeepers.
"Being able to eat our fill nowadays is already quite good," remarked Zhao Tianxiang, his voice still carrying a hollow sound."
