As I left, the height of autumn was in full swing. Returning to my homeland, in just a month, it was already time to don a cotton-padded jacket. The familiar Beijing flavor fills my ears and eyes, leaving an inexplicable excitement.
No matter how nice foreign lands may be, they can't compare to my motherland. After the hustle and bustle, the thousand-year-old historic and cultural city still stands strong—it remains the ancient capital.
And she, finally able to shed her disguise, isn't Miao Xiaoqiao anymore, but Zhou Jiao.
She handed in her report and finished reporting the progress of this mission.
Arriving at home with her father, Zhou Xiaozheng, the evening was already upon them, and city lights were just beginning to flicker on.
"I'm back."
"Welcome home."
The couple exchanged a smile.
"Are you starving? Let's eat first and talk later."
Zhou Jiao and her father happily agreed, not mentioning that they'd already had a meal before reporting.
