Song Beibei was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Mom."

Then, without giving Liu Hongmei a chance to speak, she perfunctorily said, "Go to sleep. I won't disturb your rest."

The enamel cups are placed in the cupboard.

One new and one old.

She took the new one without hesitation, stuffed the corn and vegetable steamed bun into it, held it in her arms and walked towards the bedroom.

Liu Hongmei opened the door and came out. Seeing the enamel cup in her arms, her expression changed again and again, but she didn't get angry. She forced a smile and said, "Have you packed everything?"

Song Beibei was in a good mood: "Well, everything is packed."

Liu Hongmei: "Your father has to go to work tomorrow, and I have to go get a ticket and queue up to buy food. Is it okay for you to go to the train station by yourself tomorrow?"

She smiled and nodded: "I can do it myself."

Not following her would actually be what she wanted.

Everyone around her will be reluctant to leave tomorrow. What if she can't hold back her tears and ends up laughing out loud?

Seeing this, Liu Hongmei could only say dryly: "Go to the countryside and listen to the captain's instructions, work hard, and write home when you have time."

Song Beibei: "Okay."

"Okay, Mom won't say anything else. You should go to bed early."

"Um."

Song Beibei was really not used to Liu Hongmei's gentle tone. She returned to her room and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Weiwei was already lying on the bed.

She looked up, and Song Weiwei said, "I'm going to buy wedding supplies tomorrow, so I won't send you off."

Song Beibei nodded: "Yeah."

The two stopped talking.

After ten minutes, turn off the lights and go to bed.

A dreamless night.

At 6 o'clock in the morning on March 1st, she quietly got out of bed.

After leaving the tube-shaped building, Song Beibei looked back at the home where he had lived for a month: Goodbye forever.