In Mohe, the moment they landed, they were met by a world of ice and snow. Compared to Harbin, the cold here was practically on another level.
Zhang Yang got off the plane and naturally felt nothing much.
But the sisters, Bei Wei and Bei Jiajia, were completely wrapped up in their down jackets, with only their eyes barely visible.
The moment they stepped outside, frost clung to their eyelashes.
This was Mohe Gulian Airport—the country's first airport built on permafrost, as well as the northernmost airport in the country.
Thanks to the country's push for cultural tourism, Mohe Airport had quite a few visitors. Many were young men and women carrying large bags and small, all wanting to take in Mohe's scenery—or, if they were lucky, see the aurora and experience that cosmic-level romance.
The Bei sisters were full of excitement, constantly whispering to each other as they took in everything around them.
"I heard that once you cross a river in Mohe, you're in Russia."
"Look at that guy over there. A Russian, and his Northeastern dialect is pretty authentic too."
A tall, burly man in front of them turned around, pointed at himself, and stared in astonishment. "Me, a Russian? I'm ethnic Russian! Ethnic Russian!"
Mohe had a permanent population of fifty thousand and eighteen ethnic groups. Just because someone looked foreign did not mean they were actually a foreigner.
Bei Wei and Bei Jiajia were instantly embarrassed.
Zhang Yang merely smiled beside them, then lowered his head to check his phone and contacted the friend Wen Yu had mentioned.
Only after getting in touch did he learn that the other party had already been waiting outside.
"Let's go. Straight to the destination." He waved them over.
The three of them walked out of Gulian Airport and