Snow Falls in the Two Capitals

In the winter of 2018, Beidiao screenwriter Lin Xue received a mysterious package. Inside the box is a brass snowflake and a note with only one sentence written on it—— "The snow is falling in the two capitals, and people are on each side." She didn't know that this snowflake was carved with the money she spent to buy out her seniority after being laid off in 1998. She didn't know that the sender was her father, an old fitter from Tiexi District, Shenyang. Little did I know that forty-seven days before his death, the man entrusted the package to a friend and said: "Send it after the snow stops. Don't let the express delivery get wet." Lin Xue got on the high-speed train bound for Shenyang. She thought she was going to find out the cause of death of a father. She didn't know that she was taking the completely opposite path from her great-grandfather—— On the night of September 18, 1931, the Northeastern University student fled to Peking with a family tree. In 1956, her father, as a Beijinger, took a train for four days to support Shenyang. In 1998, my father stood in the snow in front of Shenyang Station all night and failed to get on the train. Between the two capitals, four generations, one snowfall. She returned to Shenyang from Beijing, and they went from Shenyang to Beijing. It was still snowing and the road was going the wrong way. ---