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The surrounding noise and bustle seemed unrelated to Haohao, whose attention was entirely focused on the Old Toyota. He struggled to recall Anthon's schedule from the morning, trying to find any possible clues to explain this unusual delay. However, his thoughts were a jumble, and he couldn't reach any conclusions.
Haohao secretly hoped that Anthon would get out of the car soon to explain the strange delay. A hint of anxiety and anticipation flickered in his eyes as he scanned the crowd and vehicles, wishing to catch a glimpse of Anthon's figure. The clamor at the station entrance and the sounds of traffic seemed distant at that moment; Haohao's focus was completely drawn to the Old Toyota.
Suddenly, he saw the car door open, and Anthon finally appeared in his line of sight. A surge of excitement rushed through Haohao as he hurried forward, his face etched with worry and concern. "Anthon, why are you so slow? I was about to worry myself sick!" His voice carried a note of reproach, but more so it was filled with care and concern.
Seeing Haohao eased some of Anthon's pressure. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, then smiled in an attempt to reassure Haohao. "Sorry, Haohao, there was a bit of traffic on the way; it took longer than expected." Anthon's tone held a hint of apology, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.
Brother Jie sat quietly in the car, observing the interaction between Anthon and Haohao with a mix of complex emotions. He knew he had to respect Anthon's choices, but the feelings of loss and pain within him made it hard to remain calm. Taking a deep breath, he ultimately decided not to disturb them and quietly started the engine, slowly driving away from the pickup area.
Haohao watched the Old Toyota leave, still puzzled by what had transpired. He turned to Anthon, his gaze filled with inquiry and concern. "Anthon, who was that? Why were you in his car?" His voice carried a note of curiosity as he sought answers from Anthon.
Anthon inhaled deeply, trying to steady his emotions. He knew he couldn't let Haohao worry, but the internal conflict and confusion made it difficult for him to respond easily. "He... is a friend; I happened to run into him today and got a ride." There was hesitation in Anthon's voice as he attempted to use simple explanations to mask his complex feelings.
Haohao observed Anthon's expression and realized he wasn't revealing the whole truth but chose not to press further. He patted Anthon on the shoulder and offered a comforting smile. "Alright then, Anthon, as long as you're okay. Let's hurry; we have a lot to do!" His tone lightened slightly in an effort to relieve Anthon's stress.
Together, Haohao and Anthon walked through the bustling station hall. The first floor was crowded with migrant workers and homeless people sitting or lying around while police officers and station staff were trying to disperse those with nowhere else to go. The atmosphere felt chaotic and oppressive; noise filled the air with clamor and chatter. Anthon couldn't help but frown, unease and confusion evident in his eyes.
Noticing Anthon's reaction, Haohao patted his shoulder again, urging him on. "Come on, Anthon! The High-Speed Rail leaves in five minutes!" His voice carried urgency as he tried to quicken Anthon's pace.
Upon hearing this, Anthon was taken aback and immediately quickened his steps, breaking into a run. Seeing this, Haohao didn't hesitate to take the two bags of camera equipment from Anthon's hands, heroically shouldering them to lighten Anthon's load. His movements were swift and efficient, displaying a natural thoughtfulness and care.
"Thank you, Haohao!" Anthon gasped out between breaths, gratitude shining in his eyes. He felt warmth knowing that he could rely on Haohao in such an urgent moment.
"Don't worry, let's go! We can definitely make it!" Haohao encouraged Anthon as he carried the camera equipment, both of them rushing through the crowded hall toward the High-Speed Rail platform. The throng of people surged around them like a tide, but their goal was clear, with only one thought in their minds—catching the High-Speed Rail.
Anthon and Haohao ran through the bustling crowd, their footsteps quick and resolute. The shouts of police and station staff, the sighs of homeless individuals, and the murmurs of foreign workers intertwined in their ears, yet they focused solely on their objective, ignoring all distractions.
As they ran, Anthon felt the pressure in his heart gradually ease. He sensed Haohao's support and care, which diminished his anxiety and confusion. He knew that no matter how great the challenges ahead, he had Haohao by his side, bringing him immense comfort and determination.
Finally, they reached the High-Speed Rail ticket gate. Haohao gasped for breath as he set down the camera equipment, his eyes sparkling with excitement and satisfaction. They had successfully caught the High-Speed Rail, filling him with pride and joy.
"We did it, Anthon!" Haohao exclaimed, his eyes shining with delight and fulfillment.
Anthon nodded, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, Haohao. Let's go finish our work today." His voice carried a hint of resolve, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes. He understood that no matter how difficult the path ahead might be, he had to persevere and find his way.
Breathing heavily, Anthon's chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed from running. As he adjusted his breathing, he lamented, "I'm sorry... Haohao... it's all my fault... I was late today..." Each word felt like it was squeezed out from his throat, tinged with fatigue and regret. Memories of last night’s encounter with Brother Jie replayed in his mind, filling him with conflict and unease.
Seeing this, Haohao patted Anthon's back and said in a light-hearted tone, "Hey! Take a breather first, brother; don’t wear yourself out before the plan even starts!" His voice was filled with concern and encouragement as he tried to help Anthon relax.
Anthon paused to catch his breath, feeling some relief from Haohao's care. He knew that Haohao was always so thoughtful and supportive; it warmed his heart immensely. He looked up at Haohao and managed a faint smile, gratitude shining in his eyes.
"Thank you, Haohao," Anthon said softly, his tone laced with apology and emotion. "It's just... a lot has happened recently; things are a bit chaotic."
Haohao clapped Anthon on the shoulder with a grin. "It's okay, brother. We'll face it together; there's nothing we can't get through." His voice carried a sense of steadfastness and support that reassured Anthon.
Taking a deep breath, Anthon worked to steady his breathing. He realized that no matter what difficulties lay ahead, having Haohao by his side would help him endure. He lifted his head to look at Haohao, determination and resolve flickering in his gaze.
"Alright, let's go. We can't be late any longer," Anthon said, his tone laced with determination and resolve.
"That's right, let's complete this project together," Haohao replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. The two of them walked side by side toward the High-Speed Rail, their hearts filled with hope and confidence for the future. No matter how difficult the road ahead might be, they would face it together and find their way.
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