Fucheng Airport bustled with people.
Outside the terminal's enormous glass curtain wall, planes took off and landed in orderly succession.
Their plan to return only after the holiday ended had been disrupted by an urgent phone call.
Wei Zijin had received a call from the station asking her to cover an exemplary figure: a PhD who had voluntarily given up a comfortable life abroad and returned to China to teach in a remote area. He had suddenly fallen seriously ill, and his condition was critical. The station wanted her to return immediately for an in-depth, firsthand interview.
"I'm telling you, keep enjoying yourselves. I can go back on my own."
"What are you talking about? I'm going back with you. Brother Qiang and Lanxiang can stay a few more days, though."
"Let's all go back. We came together, so we'll leave together. It's not like we'll only ever visit Fucheng once. Whenever we feel like beef offal or rice wine over the holidays, we can come anytime." Zhou Qiang was still thinking about the beef offal.
"Exactly. If we stayed here having fun, I'd be worried you two would get jealous," Li Lanxiang teased with a smile.
Liu Xinyu and Yang Qingyu stood opposite the four of them, reluctance to part written all over their faces.
After checking their luggage, the four prepared to go through security.
Liu Xinyu stepped forward and gave Wang Xiaoliang a tight hug.
"Text me when you arrive."
"Sure."
He turned to Zhou Qiang and hugged him just as tightly.
Zhou Qiang patted his back. "If anything comes up, give me a call."
Liu Xinyu went still for a moment, then nodded.
Standing nearby, Wang Xiaoliang understood.
By "anything," Brother Qiang was definitely referring to Uncle Liu's condition.
"What, so he can't call if nothing's