The coach bus was speeding on Ji Guang Highway. Concerned about safety, the previously open window was left with just a small crack.
The strong convection winds made the window glass rattle loudly, causing Xu Qingfan's head, which rested against the window, to bounce off and fall back repeatedly.
The noisy wind did not affect his sleep; in fact, Xu Qingfan liked this cacophonous noise even more.
Xia Xiaoxiao, at some point, had also rested her little head on his shoulder and sweetly entered dreamland.
"Everyone wake up, we are almost there!" After a long while, the leading teacher, banging a gong, woke everyone up.
Xu Qingfan opened his eyes. The coach had left the highway at some unknown point and was now passing by Shi Pai Village.
Suddenly seeing Hong Kong from twenty years ago, Xu Qingfan truly felt as though he was in a completely different era.
The future skyscrapers that would eventually rise abruptly were now just bare ground.
