Because they wanted to catch a train, Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan didn't sleep much before they had to go buy tickets at the train station.
In the taxi, Yan Fei, looking at his yawning wife, murmured with concern, "We might have been better off taking a bus! You didn't sleep well because of the rush to catch the train ..."
But Xu Xiaoyan was enthusiastic: "It's okay. There are fewer people on the train now. I can sleep a bit more on the train. Trains are faster, and buses haven't even started yet! If you want to catch a train, you have to be in a hurry, we can get home quicker."
Yan Fei retorted, "What's so great about a train? In the future, we'll take planes which are even faster ... but planes are inconvenient. The airport is too far from our house. It would be nice if it could stop at Sancha River!"
The young woman burst into laughter at once: "Do you think the plane is like the public bus in our hometown? You can get on whenever you want, and get off wherever you want?"