(Don't read it yet, still not finished editing. Read after adding the title.)
Beijing, Yuanquan Mountain, a residential area for retired political leaders.
Du Xingguo got up half an hour earlier than usual; today is the fixed day for his children to come and see him.
His sons and daughters come every half month, bringing the big and small grandchildren to visit him.
It's been like this for many years. Except for those busy with work outside, almost no one ever misses it.
Such a display of filial piety is something ordinary elderly folks might not enjoy, but when it comes to a retired old leader who still holds deep political resources, it's a different story.
After he got up, the people hadn't arrived yet, but he wasn't in a hurry. After breakfast, he took a stack of papers and sat in the deck chair in the yard, basking in the sun while reading.
