When the plane landed in Pengcheng, it was 7:30 in the evening.
As night fell, the stars shone brilliantly, and the not quite full moon cast its silvery glow, setting the stage for Mid-Autumn Festival.
Pushing her suitcase out of the airport, Ning Anping wiped her face and hailed a taxi, "Driver, could you take me to Baiguo Village under Yong'an Town? Do you know where Baiguo Village is?"
"I know that place. They've got a lot of ginkgo trees, right? Just a couple of days ago, I took a really pretty and polite girl to Baiguo Village." The driver started the car. "Judging by your accent, you're a local who works elsewhere, aren't you?"
"Yes, I haven't been back for eleven years."
Ever since her mother passed away, Ning Anping had lost all attachment to her hometown. She thought she would never set foot in her hometown again, but now, knowing her daughter was here, she couldn't wait to come.