Feng Biao decided to enter with his right foot first.
He couldn't use the fast track of scanning his ID card at customs, so Feng Biao could only queue up slowly with a group of foreigners. However, once he passed through the gate, he could confirm that he was truly home.
Nothing happened, he returned smoothly.
Feng Biao went to the currency exchange to switch one thousand dollars to RMB.
Next, to take a cab from the airport.
Feng Biao lined up, got in the taxi, and when he was gazing out at the nearly completely unfamiliar sights, his only exclamation was that the changes were too drastic.
He truly didn't recognize anything, not a single familiar scene in sight.
The most familiar hometown had become the most unfamiliar city; it was a strange feeling, giving Feng Biao a premonition that he could no longer blend into this city.
Jinghai used to be a county but is now a district, quite far from the downtown area. It's basically a suburb.
