A four-story abandoned grand theater in the suburbs has been requisitioned as a temporary venue for study meetings, and the refugees who once lived there have all been driven away to other places.
When the announcement system sounded "Grand Theater Station," Uncle Dong let out a long sigh of relief, got off the bus, and stood by the platform, momentarily lost in thought.
Since receiving the lecture invitation for the study meeting yesterday, he hasn't closed his eyes for 18 consecutive hours.
He couldn't tell if it was excitement or panic.
But upon arriving here, all his thoughts were suddenly emptied, leaving only a vague sense of bewilderment swirling in his mind.
After a moment of absent-mindedness, Uncle Dong came to his senses and walked along the weed-trodden path towards the theater.
About two or three hundred steps forward, there was a sign in the middle of the road:
Attendees, please proceed to the left entrance to the stage, lecturers, please go to the back entrance.
