That night, outside the airport.
It was already 8:30.
Zhang Ye got out of the taxi and while walking straight into the airport lobby, the cellphone in his hand rang.
It was his mom. "Hello, son. Tomorrow is New Year's day. Are you coming home?"
"I'm coming back." Zhang Ye hiccupped from drinking as he chuckled, "I just finished treating people to a meal and I applied for half a month's leave with my Leaders. I'll be right back."
Mom asked, "Why is it so noisy on your side?"
"I'm already at the airport and I'm about to board." Zhang Ye had already booked his tickets.
"Alright, then I'll wait for you at home with your dad. We'll leave you some supper." His mom hung up.
