I laid on the bed, thinking about the scene when I told my parents that I would come to Beijing: in the first evening, my parents’ trivial talk made me burst into tears. My dad reminded me to stay safe, eat well, be tolerant, be friendly and do not fight with others. My mom told me to make a phone call back home after arriving in Beijing. My tears could not help rolling down when I was eating my Mantou.

I went back to my room to pack my luggages. My father came in, gave me 5,000 RMB and said: no need to worry about the family. Your mom and I could take good care of ourselves. I turned off the light and went to bed, still hearing my parents whisper next to my room. I stared at the dark ceiling, wondering what will happen in Beijing. I really have no idea.