Yang PeiMin mailed the unaltered letter along with some food to Shen Yiguang the very next day.
Chen Guizhi, having been praised for her culinary skills by her son, was in high spirits and prepared some dried meat and cured pork for him that evening.
After that, Yang PeiMin returned to teaching at the school.
Today, when she returned to the office, it seemed different.
Bright windows, clean desks, the textbooks and cups on every teacher's desk were placed meticulously, not a thing out of order.
Sister Huang, the homeroom teacher for the second grade, nodded towards the empty desk that belonged to Hao Qinghui, her meaning quite clear.
"Was it Mr. Hao who did this?" Yang PeiMin suddenly said.
Another educated youth female teacher sighed and shook her head at her, "Not at all."
Yang PeiMin was puzzled; one said it was him, while the other said it wasn't.
Sister Huang pulled her aside and whispered, "It was Mr. Hao's girlfriend who helped clean up."
