"Fourth, doesn't your Jinling High-Speed Rail Station have any distinctive features? It all looks the same."
"Not exactly. The slogans in their station do feel pretty old-fashioned."
"Now that you mention it, they really do. It especially feels like the eighties or nineties."
Four male students who clearly looked like college kids dragged their suitcases out of the high-speed rail station. Three of them looked around curiously, fascinated by everything they saw.
"There's not really much special about our place either. If I had to name something... look at these residential buildings. They combine modern architecture with our province's Huizhou-style features, so they have this kind of neo-Chinese look. These are Jinling's third-generation workers' housing."
The one in front led the way, casually introducing the place to the other three.
They were college roommates, all freshmen, and they got along well. Since the others had been especially curious about Jinling, he had simply brought them home for a visit.
"I told you guys long ago, but you just had to come see for yourselves. Hey, look at all the people in the station. Guys, it's the National Day holiday. Jinling is packed to bursting—I hadn't even wanted to come back."
The local, fourth in their dorm room, sounded utterly helpless.
"If I were from Jinling, I wouldn't want to come back after seeing this many people either. But I'm from somewhere else. When I was little, politics and history class always talked about how Jinling had already become socialist in the eighties. Our Chinese textbooks even had articles by Jinling writers, about the changes in Jinling. You guys even made TV dramas—Jinling Family became popular across the whole country. Who wouldn't want to come see Jinling?"
"When you put it that way, you're not wrong. I really was talking big