These days lasted for thirty years. Zhao Tiezhu was sixty years old. Zhao Fan grew up, married, had children and had a good job.

The small room had already been replaced by a large suite. Zhao Tiezhu had grey hair and a lot of white beard. He stood on the balcony and looked at the prosperous world and remembered the dead A Biao.

Three years ago, the 65-year-old Abao fell down from the upstairs. Zhao Tiezhu's heart was very sad. Many old workers wept on the spot. Zhao Tiezhu held Abao in his arms. After decades of care, he was naturally clear. Every time, his salary would be more than...