July in Beijing, its face is always unpredictable; at noon, it's stiflingly hot enough to drive people crazy, but in the blink of an eye, a sudden downpour can come both wildly and elegantly.
Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang arrived amidst such a sudden rainstorm.
Brother Ping'an and his siblings stood on the platform, took over their grandparents' luggage, including that quilt.
May 1st teased, "Grandma, how did you know my destination is as cold as our old home in the Northeast?"
"Really?"
Faced with his grandmother's surprise, May 1st dared not jest anymore, "Thank you, grandma, I know you always love me the most."
"Hahaha..." Mother Zhang's usual hearty laughter echoed across the platform. She patted the grandson carrying the luggage and supporting her, "Have you prepared warm clothes?"
"Got them all." Hearing her laughter, May 1st felt inexplicably joyful, "I can't bear to leave you. How about you ditch grandpa, and the two of us head abroad?"
