I took a good look around the airport. It still looks the same as I had remembered it. The last time both of us were here was the day he went back to Taipei. As I watched him walked down the long hallway and disappeared from my sight, I left, my face wet with tears...

It feels a little surreal we are back here again together. We cleared customs and searched for the airport express. During my time here, there was no airport express, only airport shuttle bus. At the ticket counter, I handed over a bag of coins, extremely satisfied I had gotten rid of 50 yuan worth of shillings on the first day.

"欢迎您乘搭机场快轨 本次列车开往东直门..."

I'm back.

I'm really back in Beijing after four years.