With improved mood, the continuous rain started to appear poetic in Zhou Jiao's eyes. Such a beautiful season would be wasted if spent cooped up at home growing mushrooms.
Seduced by the beauty of the plan, Zhang Guoqing resolutely picked up his son and followed his wife merrily on the route to the provincial city.
Upon reaching the provincial station, Zhang Guoqing realized that they hadn't yet decided their destination. For safety's sake, he bought train tickets going north, planning to wander their way along the route as a family.
They boarded the train and searched for seats. Zhang Guoqing noticed something unusual as they entered. The flow of passengers was massive; the compartments were packed. Compared to their trip last summer, the crowd was overwhelming.
Zhang Guoqing let Zhou Jiao and their son sit inside while he keenly listened to the discussions around them and observed everyone's attire.
