Beijing, at night.
It was already past 11 P.M. by the time he reached Caishikou.
The cold wind was blowing on the streets. The temperature here was colder than it was in the South.
Zhang Ye found his way through the dark to his parent's district. He looked up and saw their apartment lights were still on. His father and mother were obviously still up waiting for him to return. Zhang Ye suddenly had a feeling of homecoming. He stepped into the building and quickly climbed up the staircase. He was humming "Wishing We Last Forever" as he ran up.
Dong, dong, dong.
He knocked on the door and it opened up very quickly.
"Dad, Mom" Zhang Ye smiled, "Happy New Year."
Mom pulled him into the house, "Come in first, isn’t it cold outside?"
Zhang Ye put down his bags and took off his coat, "It's OK. It's warm enough at home, has the central heating started already?"
