The glaring sunlight streamed through the window into the living room.
Wang Longhu stood by the window, holding a bag of soup dumplings, watching the plaza of the district below.
It was already September, and the weather had started to become slightly less hot. It was estimated that in another month, after October, the climate would completely transition from hot to cool.
"Those damn Japanese are truly heartless, actually pouring nuclear waste into the ocean, they're scumbags." Fifth Uncle sat by the table, eating sweet bean curd while angrily scolding at the news.
Wang Longhu listened but remained focused on the scene below, where he could see numerous residents leaving their apartment buildings, guided somewhere unknown by committee members.
"Fifth Uncle, is there some event happening in the Red River District today?" Wang Longhu asked.
"Hmm? I don't know, haven't heard anything." Fifth Uncle shook his head, still immersed in the news about Japan Island's plans to dump waste.
