It was a night after a rain. This rain. I washed away the smell of the golden week. When I returned to Guangzhou subway station by train from my hometown, I was exhausted. We bought a one-way ticket The moment the subway started, I rushed in and grabbed a seat to sit down. It was quiet in the subway, and the lights shone on people's lifeless faces. I looked down at the floor and my eyes sank.
Time passed by, and the subway arrived at Fangcun in a blink of an eye. With the rapid footsteps, I looked up and saw an old woman. She trudged through the crowd with heavy and slow steps, her hair covered with sweat the size of soybeans, covering her thin face and holding a bulging bag tightly in her hand. The right hand struggled to grasp the handrail on the side, and the grandmother, who was about 70 years old, staggered and frowned when the subway started.