Chapter Four: The Last Train Without Passengers

He sat in a driver's cabin on a winter night, pushing a thermos toward his younger brother on his first day. Xu Cheng complained that the tea was bitter, so Xu Zhen secretly stirred in three spoonfuls of sugar. Ten thousand lit windows glided past outside. The older brother thought: This line is too long. I won't be able to ride it to the end with him. I only hope that at the end of every dark tunnel, someone will be there to bring him home for me. Shen Yan woke with the cloying taste of sweet tea in his mouth. “What did you lose this time?” Su He asked. Looking at her, he suddenly realized he could no longer remember why it had snowed on the day of his father's funeral.