At three o'clock sharp, Song Tan sent the three of them to the high-speed train station on time.
Now, looking at his beaten-up pickup truck, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's still a bit too small, ah, but luckily the suitcases can fit in the bed."
One mentor and three graduate students, just the right number.
Out of respect, he had even laid several pieces of cardboard in the bed, afraid that the luggage would be jostled too much.
He then looked at Qiaoqiao beside him, her expression full of excitement—she wore a peaked cap, and her heavy backpack was atop her suitcase (following Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun's example). She was already eagerly waving goodbye:
"Sister, see you! I'll buy you pearls! Teacher Xin said there are lots of pearl vendors at the beach!"
Song Tan: ...
"Alright, alright, I get it... You'd better get going into the station."
Once they had gone, she sat in the driver's seat, looking at the quiet underground garage, feeling unexpectedly uneasy at that moment.
