Countless people in the live broadcast room began to speculate.

within the screen.

More than 400,000 people were crowded together, some holding children and some dragging luggage. Everyone looked up expectantly and stared at the big screen outside the station.

But unlike what they expected to arrive home soon, what they saw were red letters one after another...

Standing today more than ten years later, modern audiences may not be able to understand this feeling.

Is it that important to go home for the New Year?

I can usually go back and arrive in a few hours, and I can also video chat with my family anytime and anywhere, and I can also shop online.

But at that time, smartphones were not yet popular, and communications were relatively weak. There were no video calls, and there was no voice that could be sent at any time. Many migrant workers had been busy for a year, just to be able to go home early, smile and talk to each other.

Wife, children and parents reunited.

It was the reunion they had been looking forward to all year.

But this year, many of them have lost their hard-earned money and lost their jobs. They can only carry snakeskin bags on their backs or drag their suitcases with large and small bags, hoping to return to the place called

The spiritual destination of hometown.

But they waited and waited for many days, but no train came.

Modern audiences can see their anxiety, pain, and urgency through their eyes.

In the sub-zero cold wave weather, volunteers brought them water and food, but they did not dare to drink it.

Because even if the toilet is only fifty meters away from them, they still have to squeeze in and out with all their strength, and they can only stay thirsty.

Rather than shouting for food, what they wanted to hear more was just the sound of a train whistle.

"When can I go home?"

"Oh oh oh, I miss my daughter!"

"Go home, I want to go home, my baby is still waiting for me!"

"I have been away from home for three years. I have been away for three years. I finally get to go home this year. How could something like this happen..."

"Let us in, let us in!!!"

A group of people shed tears, looked at the policemen who were maintaining order, and begged: "I beg you, please, I want to go home..."

"Folks, we will tell you as soon as the train arrives. Now the power grid is broken and the train cannot reach the station yet!"

The police said with great distress: "Everyone can stay here to celebrate the New Year, this is your home too!"

"But none of our relatives are here!"

A middle-aged mother squeezed forward desperately. She had forgotten all about face and image. Tears were streaming down her face, and her eyes were blood red.

She took a photo of her child when she was a child, pointed at him and said crazily: "This is my son, this is my son. I haven't seen him for two years. I finally got to go back this year. I came here to make money.

Just so that I can buy him some new clothes for the New Year, just so that he can have some new toys like other children..."

"Look, this is the robot goose I bought for my child. As long as you press the switch, it will automatically spin in circles. My son will be very happy when he sees it..."

The middle-aged mother took out a wooden bag with brand-new packaging from the snakeskin bag. The clothes and pants in her bag were all very shabby. Only those things that looked like children's toys were all brand new.

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"Please, I just want to be able to spend more time with my children, even if it's just for one day, even if it's just to have a New Year's Eve dinner and give some New Year's money with my own hands..."

"I, I also want to take the baby to buy new clothes myself. I, I don't even know how tall he has grown..."

The middle-aged mother covered her face and squatted on the ground, choking, crying, and her voice was hoarse...

In the modern world, tears have fallen from the corners of the eyes of many viewers without knowing when.

The screen changes.

It was late at night at the train station, it was raining heavily and the temperature was dropping, but the square was still crowded with people.

Many people were wearing hats or just soaking wet, unwilling to leave the place where they were standing because they were not sure when the train would come and they did not want to miss any hope of going home.

They had nothing to keep warm, so they only used their prayer to go home for the New Year and see their children with their own eyes as a charcoal fire to warm their hearts.

A middle-aged man carrying a bag climbed onto the roof of the bus in despair, shouting and singing: "Long platform, waiting lonely, the train in the distance, why hasn't it come yet, why hasn't it come yet!!!"

The middle-aged man knelt on the roof of the car, banging the car heavily with his hands, venting all the pain in his heart, letting his tears flow down the heavy rain...

There were many adults and children who couldn't stand it anymore and fell in the crowd. They were passed to each other with hands raised and carried to where the police were for first aid.

More and more people fell down, were trampled, fainted, and rioted in the crowd.

The police are doing their best to maintain order, and many people have no time to change shifts. The workers have persisted for a few days.

They didn't even have time to eat, so they were always actively protecting the people. They could only pick up some food dropped by the crowd to quickly satisfy their hunger.

Although he was hungry, had dark circles all over his eyes, and was drowsy, he couldn't see anything happening to the people.

"We must ensure the safety of people's lives no matter what!"

"This is more than 400,000 people. If a stampede occurs, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"They are all waiting to go home and see their children and parents!"

All the policemen stayed at their posts and kept their eyes on the crowd, fearing that something might happen to everyone.

More and more people were being carried out, and more and more people were crying bitterly, calling their parents or their children's names.

"Home, I want to go home!"

"I haven't held my baby in a long time!"

"Train, when can you come..."

Many people looked at the sky sadly, letting the rain and wind blow, and from time to time wiped away the rain and tears with their calloused hands. Their lips trembled, turned purple, and even swayed, curled up tightly...

In front of the screen, some young people who were left-behind children at that time and have grown up now watched this scene intently.

They remembered that when they were young, they did not understand their parents, and they were still estranged from them even now, and they were still in their hometown.

They stared closely at the adults in the picture who did not cry one after another after losing their jobs, but were crying outside the train station because they could not get home in time...

Only then did they truly understand how much hardship they had gone through in order to return home to the pair of parents they had seen when they were children. They ran toward them with laughter, lifted themselves high, and laughed as if nothing had happened.

…

They thought they only had a home in the city, but now, they finally discovered that they just regarded this foreign country as their hometown.

It turns out that home is where parents are...

In the past, carriages and horses were very slow, and parents went through a lot of hardships just to rush back to their children's arms.

Nowadays, carriages and horses are very fast, but many people forget the way they came in order to get away from their hometown...

A middle-aged man looked at his wife and asked, "Honey, are you going back to your hometown to celebrate the New Year this year?"

"Back!!!"
Chapter completed!