The twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month quietly passed in Lao Song's family.
The three-story villa needed cleaning. Even though everyone did the basic cleaning daily, Aunt Lianhua kept tidying up. But at the year's end, it was still quite an undertaking.
It so happened that Wu Ling brought Gong Xin Zhi over. While Wu Lan would usually not let relatives do any work, she really put them to work this time.
After working them, she praised them like crazy.
Gong Xin Zhi, with a sore waist and arms, was nevertheless so elated that he insisted on climbing a ladder to clean the windows.
To be honest, his work was pretty average.
So a considerate member of Lao Song's family stopped him:
"Oh Gong Xin Zhi, how could you do such work? Come, take a break, just rest... Oh, at my age, even hanging curtains is exhausting..."
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Gong Xin Zhi's enthusiasm was certainly not fake!
