Summer Snowflakes

Another year is about to pass, and the train station in Jianghai City is already crowded with people. Among them is a man in his thirties who is holding a box in one hand and a mobile phone in the other as if he is talking about something. His name is Li Qinghua, and his home is in Fengdu Town, Jingzhou City. This is the first time he has gone home to celebrate the New Year in five years. "Hey, Mom, the company has approved my annual leave this year, and I'm on my way home!" "Yes, yes, yes, I'm going home for the New Year this year. It's true. I didn't lie to you." "By the way, is Qianqian okay? Can you tell her I'm sorry for me? I'm afraid she'll be angry with me, so I don't dare to call her.