Time isn't a straight line moving at a constant speed; it hastens or slows, zipping by during happy moments and dragging like an old donkey milling grain when we're sad.
The 16th of July arrived in the blink of an eye.
The weather gods were favorable, with cloudier skies offering a much cooler temperature than usual, without the gloomy oppression.
Qin Guanglin came downstairs to the company building, a hefty backpack on his shoulders, holding He Fang's hand, while Chen Rui had already arranged for the vehicle for their trip to Chou Mountain, waiting for everyone to gather.
Chou Mountain wasn't far; just over two hours' drive from the downtown area. It wouldn't be much trouble for everyone to get there individually, but with Chen Rui's comprehensive planning of a ride there and back, they had no complaints.
"I thought we came early, but it turns out we're pretty late."