3:30 PM.
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue arrived at Qingyan City Airport.
It was only 2006, and airplanes were still considered a luxury mode of transportation. There weren't many passengers, which made the Qingyan City airport seem mostly empty most of the time, with half an hour passing before a plane landed or took off.
But Tang Qing knew.
In another four or five years.
The volume of domestic flights in Huaxia would more than double. As people's incomes rose, airplanes would become a common means of travel, mainly because many who had flown once could no longer endure the speed of the green trains.
Once you've experienced the vast ocean, it's hard to return to the smaller streams.
And as for high-speed rail.
If the distance is far.
You might as well take an airplane.
That's fine by me.
Tang Qing didn't like crowded places anyway.
...
As soon as they left the airport.
Tang Qing heard Qin Shiqi's loud voice.
"Brother... Jiaxue sister... we're here... here...."
That shout.