"No need, there's a bus directly to the train station in town. You go and take care of your things."
"What business could I possibly have aside from those past matters?"
As soon as Tang Shu left the house, Father Tang, without a word, took her backpack and headed down the mountain.
"I'll take you to town, and once you're at school, give me a call."
"Okay."
The father and daughter said goodbye at the bus station in the small town. Watching the bus gradually pull away, Father Tang's doubts about his daughter grew deeper.
Why had Xiao Shu changed so much this time she returned?
She was still the same person and remembered some past events, but some things just didn't seem quite the same.
During the Spring Festival travel rush, tickets were hard to come by.
With no plane tickets available and no experience whatsoever, Tang Shu was finally only able to snatch a soft sleeper ticket—it was her first taste of our people's great migration.
