The sound of the whistle rang out, and the train finally came to a steady stop. The doors of each carriage opened, and passengers began to disembark one after another.
Zhang Guoqing and Xiao Wang started searching along the windows from opposite ends of the train. They had received another telegram yesterday at noon, with just a few words: "Meet at twelve past five."
It was obvious that his second brother sent the telegram; Zhang Guoqing almost cursed in frustration. There were no train numbers or carriage details, just a cryptic message he had to decipher.
After checking the sleeper carriages without finding his mother, Zhang Guoqing quickly sped up, running forward. Just as he reached the central carriage, someone came down.
"Cousin, it's me, it's me..."
Zhang Guoqing ignored the person and continued searching. He was in a hurry; in this cold winter, all the windows were closed, and if his mother couldn't find him, she'd be worried sick!
