The night enveloped Beijing, while the train station platform was brightly lit. Zhang Guoqing would never mistake the face in front of him. Even in the pitch black, he recognized his buddy standing there.
"Don't tell me you skipped class?"
Yi Jiefang said with a mournful face, "Not even half a day after you left, I received a telegram from home. My great-grandmother unfortunately passed away. She loved me, her little grandson, the most. My family is busy with work and can't leave, so I must go."
Zhang Guoqing laughed angrily and kicked at his leg, "Yeah right, your great-grandmother loved you the most, you're just going to bask in that."
Yi Jiefang jumped aside, laughing, "All sorted. The teacher really didn't approve, so I had my mom call, and he finally believed. He said our brothers' relationship is so good that we share the same sorrow."
Ping'an, in Zhou Xiaozheng's arms, laughed with a giggle.
"Uncle Zhou, keep this a secret. Don't mention it in front of my dad."
