Inside the train carriage, Mr. Zhang leaned back and leisurely drank tea from his thermos, watching his grandchildren whispering and pointing outside. Hearing his wife's words, he shook his head and smiled.
If he guessed right, his youngest son was planning to take them beach camping. Before, back home, his youngest son had mentioned finding a quiet place to stay for a couple of days.
Sitting at the front of the carriage, Zhang Guofu and the driver exchanged knowing smiles.
"We're almost there, is your brother not planning to tell your mom?"
Zhang Guofu laughed, "He'll definitely say it now; he's afraid Mom will grumble at him."
Sure enough, Zhang Guoqing's voice came through, "Mom, our whole family is going to visit my Uncle Wang's. The weather is nice now, perfect for catching the sea. It's been years since we've seen him, and I wonder how he's doing?"
