In Beijing, Zhang Guoqing was just as Zhou Jiao had predicted. He woke up at dawn, lying in bed, looking in the dark at the small figure beside him, unwilling to part until it was almost four o'clock, when he gently pulled the light switch.
Under the glow of the light, seeing his son's soundly sleeping face, Zhang Guoqing couldn't help but kiss the child's hair. This time, it'll probably be several days before he can come home from school again.
Zhang Guoqing carefully covered his son's stomach with a towel blanket, tucked in the mosquito net, and after washing up in the side room, took another look at his son on the kang before finally picking up his luggage and closing the door to leave.
Aunt Chen, as always, prepared breakfast at four in the morning every Monday for him to eat before going back to school. Once he left, she had to watch whether the child woke up.
