The younger doctors, some were reading, others were playing cards to pass the time.
Zhou Zhongqing went to sit at a fellow villager's house, basking in the sun and chatting with them.
"...Look, this is my grandson." Zhou Zhongqing had many photos of Jiang Xiaowai on his phone and took them out to show off.
The villagers all nodded approvingly.
"You're not going back for Mid-Autumn Festival, don't you miss your daughter and grandson?" They didn't know that Tang Wan was just like an adopted daughter to him. "Coming here, you've really had a hard time."
"They all understand." Zhou Zhongqing said this, but his heart was not at ease.
Used to being alone, he almost always spent the holidays at the hospital, and he didn't feel bad about it. But ever since Jiang Xiaowai was born, he could feel a change within himself, becoming seemingly more sentimental.
...
At that moment, Jiang Xiaowai was sitting on Jiang Jinsang's lap, leaning against the bus window looking outside.
