Zhang Guoqing didn't know his parents' thoughts. For their safety, he had reduced and reduced again, even preventing Zhou Jiao from leaving some supplies in the village.
Hunger to the point of turning green in the eyes—people lose humanity at that stage. He'd rather mail things frequently than leave hidden dangers. The village is no safer than the county town.
The car sped along, bypassing the provincial city center and went straight into the military family courtyard.
"Godfather, shall we visit Grandpa and Grandma first?"
Zhao Chuan Guang shook his head after hearing Zhou Jiao's words, "They are now in a sanatorium and told me beforehand to head straight to Beijing. They'll visit Beijing by the end of the year; you'll see them then."
Zhou Jiao didn't visit the Big Courtyard as often as Zhang Guoqing. As the car slowly drove in, she quickly noticed the passersby and the environment had greatly changed since last time.
