Under the big tree, it was silent.
The old worker slowly stood up, patted the dust off his pants, and tucked the smoking pipe into his waistband:
"Let's go."
Saying this, the old worker walked towards the direction of the city.
The workers under the big tree behind him exchanged glances, remained silent, but stood up one after another, following the old worker ahead.
In the distance.
The children were playing, carefree.
And those women watching the children wanted to stop them but made no move, perhaps understanding their own men's temper, they could only secretly wipe away tears.
Because no one knew what the outcome would be.
A group of workers walked into the night, but the colors in the video suddenly spread out.
The entire video was rendered in color.
Then the scenes switched.
The Capital City.
Inside the train station, workers were dismantling the train parts used to transport goods for the 'traitors'.
