Using the van from Binjiang Police Station to bring my little cousin and his girlfriend back home, the sky was already lightening.
The breakfast shop outside the community opened early. Han Yu was about to go buy some buns, but my little cousin pulled him back, saying there was no need because they had eaten on the ferry, the onboard police treating them to a meal.
I had previously contacted the Passenger Ferry Police Team through the Passenger Terminal Police Office, just worried that the efficiency of Changhang Passenger Transport wasn't as good as before, so to save costs, the number of crew members was greatly reduced. Plus, the ferry was soon going to stop operating, many employees would be laid off, and some crew members had to think about their future livelihood, so their sense of responsibility wasn't as strong as before. If by any chance the ferry arrived at Binjiang and forgot to wake up my little cousin, who sleeps soundly, it would be easy to miss the stop.
