Early the next morning, a group of people boarded the train with Zhao Chuan Guang and his wife.
Outside the window, Mr. Lin waved cheerfully at them to hurry on.
Zhang Guoqing knew that despite repeatedly asking him to join the outing, he was determined not to come. He understood the old man had made up his mind.
"If the sky wants to rain, if the girl wants to marry..." Let him be...
Alas... is his grandfather still alive?
Seeing Zhang Guoqing in a daze, Zhou Jiao gently squeezed his palm.
Zhang Guoqing turned his head and met those worried big eyes, then looked at his son. He immediately shook his head and laughed; he had somehow learned to be sentimental.
At the provincial station, the group bought tickets to go to H City and boarded the train.
Along the way, Mother Zhang held her grandson's hand and pointed outside the window, "Ping'an, look at those furnaces, aren't there so many? Last time we took this train, there weren't any furnaces outside..."
