Today was the Seventy-second anniversary of General Song who retired a decade ago. The Song mansion was brimming with happiness. The older generation of the Song family could be seen in one part of the mansion talking and enjoying themselves with their peers while the middle-aged ones were working hard for organizing the banquet.
"General Song, how is your health?" The patriarch of the Chen family asked his friend. They had been friends with each other for all their lives. They had worked their entire lives and it was only now that they had put the responsibility on their younger ones did they have time to mingle with each other.
"My health has been good except for some joint paints, " General Song answered. "I heard it is common to have pains at this age. We are old people now, Old Chen. What else can we expect?"