In September in Shanghai, the autumn tiger still refuses to leave. At 6:30 in the morning, the sun is already burning with scorching temperature, slanting on the glass door of the "Jing'an District Jing'an Temple Street Community Service Center". Genglax stood at the door, looking at the mobile phone screen to straighten the collar of her off-white professional suit for the last time, and then bent down to pat the fallen leaves on her shoes. This had been her habit for many years. Even when facing a group of "students" with an average age of sixty-seven, she had to maintain a professional and friendly attitude.
As the director of the curriculum development department of the community college for the elderly, Genglax's office is in the backmost room on the third floor of the service center. When you push the door, you can see the terrace at the end of the corridor, where several pots of roses sent by students are planted. As soon as she put her briefcase on the table, the landline phone on the table rang. The caller ID was "Uncle Zhang". You knew it was for the new smartphone photography class this week.
