In the depths of winter, unlike the bustling daytime market rush for New Year's goods, as the car drove all the way in the direction of the provincial city, the later it got, the fewer people and vehicles there were on the road.
With the most precious wife and sons of his life in the car, Zhang Guoqing didn't dare be careless, and he didn't dare speed up along the way. The car he usually drove like the wind now had to be handled cautiously.
By the time they arrived at Zhao Chuan Guang's courtyard in the provincial city, the three brothers in the back seat, wrapped in quilts and clutching hot-water-bottle glass flasks, were already nodding off in drowsy sleep in Zhou Jiao and Aunt Chen's arms.
As soon as the car stopped, Ping'an immediately opened his eyes, looked toward the one or two figures at the gate, and shouted, "Liu Yi, May 1st, we're here. Look, Grandma's over there."
"Grandma, we're back."
"Granda, where's my Grandpa? I want to go home."
