On the morning of the second day after the Minor Year in the Northeast, on the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, the platform at the provincial city train station displayed a rare and spectacular scene.
—A dozen young lads stood in a row, craning their necks and peering at the train slowly pulling into the station. In between them stood soldiers.
"Grandpa Zhao, is it this train?"
Zhao Chuan Guang nodded repeatedly, bothered by them, "Yes, it definitely is."
"It's here! You young ones stand still, we'll run over."
"Do you know which carriage? Stay put and don't move." Zhao Chuan Guang hurriedly stopped them. Goodness, so many of you rushing over could frighten the alighting passengers.
They didn't move, but as soon as the train stopped, the voices calling the names of the Ping An Brothers rose and fell, making Zhao Chuan Guang stare.
Can't you stop embarrassing yourselves?
