"Friends, comrades, happy New Year to all!"
Lu Yuan, wearing plain civilian attire, sat at his desk.
It appeared to be just an ordinary conversation, one with friends.
But everyone knew, this dialogue touched upon much and related to the future.
Soon, the crowd of braggarts and chatterboxes quieted down and stared at the big screen.
Students celebrating at the carnival on the playground also turned their gazes to the screens.
"Now, in the Ninth Epoch, the 155th year's Spring Festival, sometimes it feels like the passage of time is really like a dream, a blink of an eye, a brief closure, and it flits away."
"Soon, we will welcome the 156th year."
"Watching generation after generation grow up, seeing the gradual flourishing of cities, there's always a subtle sense of achievement. This is the civilization we have built from scratch with great struggle and painstaking effort."
"It's been a long time since we had a discussion about the development of civilization..."