When Lu Xiaoyou returned to Beijing, the sky was a deep gray, the cold wind was bleak, there weren't many pedestrians on the road, and the journey from the airport to the city was incredibly smooth. Mou Xiao even easily ran five or six red lights, arriving in the city half an hour faster than usual.
"Isn't it the weekend today? How come there's no traffic?" Cars in Beijing are notoriously numerous, often causing traffic jams for an hour during peak times.
"It's close to the New Year." Feng Zheyu answered Lu Xiaoyou's question, "Many people have returned to their hometowns."
Lu Xiaoyou was taken aback.
It's almost New Year.
Hearing the word "New Year," there was a feeling of time flying by.
Lu Xiaoyou then asked, "Will you be going home for the New Year?"
Feng Zheyu shook his head, and suddenly, his ink-black, crystal-clear eyes seemed to ignite, sparkling like stars:
"Would you like to come home with me? Then we can spend the New Year together!"
