The excitement of the demolition ceremony continues.
There are quite a few talented people in the community. Some are playing old accordions and singing, others are doing acrobatics, flipping and turning around; the sounds of gongs and laughter mix together, and the atmosphere becomes increasingly lively.
But the three elders didn't remain seated on the stage. Instead, they returned together to the Celestial Essence Mall.
Elder Song, being the eldest, had been out in the cold wind for over an hour, and his face was a bit pale. The other two elders were worried he might catch a chill, so they accompanied him back.
"Getting old, my body doesn't hold up well anymore." Sitting on an old sofa in the reception area, Elder Song took a sip of hot water from an enamel cup, his expression becoming a bit more animated.
