At around five o'clock in the winter evening, the night quietly crept in. While many people had already returned home to enjoy a bowl of hot, steaming Laba porridge, the high-speed train station was still bustling with noise and activity.
The bus parked by the roadside, and a group of more than a dozen people disembarked one after another, carrying large bags, holding onto bags, and pulling suitcases, their expressions full of melancholy.
"Actually, my ticket is for the evening. I could have stayed for dinner at this time..."
"I didn't even take a proper photo with Teacher Qiao today..."
"I don't have a job, so why can't I just shamelessly stay in the mountains?"
"I really didn't expect Qiaoqiao to prepare such a big gift pack for us..."
"Wait a minute, will these things be able to pass the security check?"
"They should... high-speed trains should allow it... planes, I'm not sure..."
"No worries, there's no airport here, so I bought a high-speed train ticket."
