"Where do you live?"
Down the mountain.
The Maserati drove away from Baoshan Cemetery.
"Home, of course,"
Jiang Chen answered matter-of-factly.
"The courtyard hasn't been demolished yet, right?"
"Not yet. The new community has a roof, but it will take a few more months for formal occupancy. By this New Year, there probably won't be anyone left in the courtyard."
"Isn't that good? Moving to a new home before the New Year brings a new atmosphere."
The Sanjian Courtyard is a residential area for laid-off workers. Jiang Chen and Fang Qing were born and grew up there. Over the years, many of the buildings began to age, with some even turning into dangerous structures. For instance, in the apartment building where Jiang Chen lived, the stairwell's electrical wiring was broken. It was manageable during the day, but at night, it was difficult for the elderly to see when going up and down, which was quite dangerous.
