Day 60, early morning, five fifty.
After almost four months of extensive preparation, everything is finally ready, and the moment of truth has arrived.
After being busy for nearly two hours, Ren Zhong and six others slowly drove the Qingfeng Heavy Truck into the small town.
Ren Zhong sat in the front passenger seat, with his eyes closed, resting, while his right hand fingers tapped lightly on his thigh to a certain extraordinary rhythm.
This rhythm came from a song that Dr. Ren, who never went to karaoke for the first half of his life, sang the most and remembered the best. Whenever he silently recited the first two lines, the entire song would immediately pop into his mind.
This song ran through the first half of his life.
As a child, he just followed his teachers and classmates, shouting the song in class and on the playground with a loud and childish voice as if he were reciting a text.
