25-Year-old Lin Wan received a call in Shanghai: Grandma is critically ill and may only be alive in the next few days.
The high-speed rail tickets were sold out, so she bought a local hard-seating ticket at 2 a. M. With a fare of 273.5 Yuan and a 24-hour journey.
The carriage shook and the wheels clanged. She couldn't sleep and began to recall every moment from the age of 5 to 25, when her grandmother carried her to see a doctor, taught her how to sing, and stood at the entrance of the village waiting for her to come home.
The boy sitting next to me also went home to see his grandma and said, "Visit her once and then less." The mobile phone signal was intermittent, and my mother sent a message: "Your grandma asked you if you are on the road."
This is a return ticket that is too late and a farewell that is twenty years late.
Before the train arrived at the station, she just hoped that her grandmother could hear her say: Wait for me.
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you and don't let "next time" become "no next time". Family love is a countdown, and love needs to be expressed in time.