Outside Xijing Railway Station.
The wind was bitter, and the snow had yet to melt.
Zhao Lanxiang had brought Father Lian and Qin Yuhu and his wife, and they all waited at the exit, their eyes constantly darting inside.
Not far behind them stood quite a few bicycles, gathered by the neighbors. Hearing that Lian Youming was bringing home a wife with a large family in tow, they had all come to lend a hand.
"Oh, stop pacing. You're making my head spin."
Watching Zhao Lanxiang stamp her feet and pace before him, Father Lian felt a headache coming on.
"He's a grown man. He's hardly going to get lost."
Clutching a scarf and gloves, Zhao Lanxiang shot back, "It's warm down south, but we're all ice and snow here. That girl's pregnant, too, and after that bumpy journey, I feel for her... And you, put that cigarette out right now."
As she spoke, Shen Qinghong, who stood nearby holding a child, suddenly brightened. "Look, isn't that Mingming?"
At that, everyone craned their necks.
Spotting Lian Youming towering above the crowd, they first lit up with delight, but the dense mass of people beside him left them marveling. Father Lian stubbed out his cigarette, rubbed his eyes, and muttered in wonder, "Now I finally understand what a flourishing family means. They really can have children. A little more effort and they could put together a reinforced platoon. They'd need a whistle to assemble everyone for a nighttime bathroom trip and have them queue to get in..."
Qin Yuhu stared, too. "Bin, looks like your in-laws are no ordinary family."
Zhao Lanxiang shot Father Lian a fierce glare. "If you don't watch your mouth today and start making careless jokes, just see how I deal with you." Then she waved to