The third day after that phone call from Beijing.
The tranquility of the family compound was shattered by the roar of a powerful engine.
A military truck covered with canvas, kicking up dust, brazenly drove onto the dirt road usually traversed by bicycles only and came to a steady stop in front of Gu Yanshen's house, under a crowd of astonished gazes.
The truck door opened, and two armed soldiers jumped out.
Beside the well of the family compound, under the eaves, all the military wives who were chatting or doing laundry stopped their activities, stretching their necks to look over.
"What's going on? Why has a military truck driven up to a house?"
"What's the matter?"
Sister in law Qian and Li were in the crowd, exchanging glances.
Sister in law Qian lowered her voice, with a hint of schadenfreude in her tone.
"Look at the truck; it seems like it's carrying a big box."
Li squinted her eyes.
