Hong Ying with an umbrella

Author: Hongying
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Publish Date: 2002-08-01
Features: The content of this book: On Tuesday, it was clear. I received a call from my second sister, saying that my father had suddenly passed away in his sleep last night, and my mother only discovered it in the morning. The funeral is scheduled for Friday. After three sentences, she hung up the phone. Making a long-distance call from Chongqing to Europe was too expensive for her. Still holding the phone in her hand, it buzzed like a beehive. After washing her face and brushing her teeth in the bathroom, I sat down and called a friend at an aviation travel agency. They said there were no tickets for tomorrow's flight, but there would be surplus tickets on Thursday, two days later. Departing at 8:30 PM, arriving in Beijing at 1:10 PM on Friday. I calculated it and sighed. In the afternoon, what time does the flight arrive in Chongqing? She asked, "Does it differ between morning and afternoon?" "Do you have a dispute?" I said, "My father passed away, and I'm going for the funeral." Her voice paused, and she said, "Truly, truly a heart-wrenching event."