October 1st, Jiangcheng.
Qin Feng drove the Hongqi H9 sent by Wang Anruo from the expressway exit, took a detour to Jiangcheng Railway Station, parked the car in a parking lot near the train station, and then walked from the parking lot to the entrance of the train station.
When he arrived at the station gate, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and the call was connected within a moment.
"Hey, son, are you at the station?"
"I just got off the train and left the platform. Otherwise, Mom, you don't have to come over. I can just take a taxi back."
"How can that be possible? Your mother and I drive a taxi. How can we ask someone else to pick up my son when he returns to his hometown? Wait, I will kill him after delivering this order!"
"Drive slower."
"I've been telling you this since I was a child. It's great. My son has been sensible since he was a child!"
After hanging up the phone, Qin Feng walked across the road and stood on the side of the road, looking back at the big characters of Jiangcheng Railway Station, thinking that the station in the small county town was incomparable to the big city.
There are dedicated taxi lanes at the entrances of Guanhai and Quancheng stations. What about Jiangcheng? There is a big road at the door. Within a radius of ten miles, there are either fields or factories. There are not even residential areas. Apart from taxis and Didi taxis, there are basically no other cars passing by. It is completely deserted.
The bus stop sign is even more lonely. There are only two buses in the whole day on the timetable. At noon and evening, they correspond to the two trains coming to Jiangcheng respectively——
This small, isolated county seems to have failed to keep up with the development of the times. Even trains from the outside world only run twice a day.
But Qin Feng stretched himself uncomfortably. The smile on his lips has not fallen since he returned to Jiangcheng.
No matter how well you live outside, you will still feel free and at ease when you return to this small county town where you have lived for more than ten years!
After waiting for more than ten minutes, within Qin Feng's sight, a taxi turned from the red street light intersection.
He was so familiar with that car. Qin's mother had driven the same taxi since he was a child. As time went by, Qin Feng could tell the difference between his own car and other taxi engines from the same company just by listening to the sound.
A conservative estimate is that this car earned at least half of Qin Feng’s daily expenses and tuition during his childhood and youth.
The taxi slowly pulled to the side of the road. Qin Ma was wearing short sleeves, white ice sleeves on both hands, sunglasses on her face, and a work badge around her neck. Her dark complexion was very different from that of most female taxi drivers.
There are two extremes in this world, one is female drivers and the other is female taxi drivers...perhaps this is the floor and ceiling of female driving skills.
"My eldest son is finally back!"
Qin's mother opened the trunk and helped Qin Feng put away the luggage, and then gave her son a big hug.
He enjoys this way of getting along with his parents. Qin's father is dull and not good at talking, but Qin's mother has supported Qin Feng throughout his childhood. Qin's mother, who is good at talking, never hesitates to express his emotions. In China, parents are actually willing to hug their children. Not common.
After the hug, Qin Feng opened the car door and got in, but Qin Ma was looking around as if she was looking for someone.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"Where's that girl?"
Qin's mother couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she saw no one around her: "Is he named Wang? He came out of your closet on your birthday."
Qin Feng was slightly embarrassed: "Mom, even if you don't mention the wardrobe, I know who it belongs to."
"Didn't I come with you?" Qin's mother muttered in her heart, somewhat worried.
After she came back from that trip to the sea to celebrate her son's birthday, she told everyone she met that her son had found a beautiful girlfriend in a big city, and she was the leader's daughter!
Every time she saw the envious looks of those people, Qin's mother felt very proud and felt a sense of vanity.
But after complying with their request and showing them photos of her son's girlfriend, they put on a look of disdain, leaving her confused.
"Stop having conflicts." She was worried.
"What are you thinking about?" Qin Feng smiled and greeted Qin's mother back in the car: "She has to come back in a few days...after the 3rd. She is busy with work. You always like to think too much, don't be suspicious of everything."
"When you grow up, you will teach your mother a lesson." Qin's mother pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes and asked quickly: "Have we talked about it?"
Last time when we were watching the sea, Qin's mother noticed that the two of them were interested in each other, but it wasn't to the point of breaking the window paper.
After such a long time, the window paper should have a few more holes, right?
Qin Feng smiled and nodded: "This time when she comes to Jiangcheng, I've had enough fun with her. It's time to come and propose marriage when we get back."
"So fast?" Qin's mother was a little surprised, but when she started the taxi, she was relieved.
"Not soon." She sighed and smiled with some relief: "You are already twenty-six, isn't Miss Wang one year older than you? When I was twenty-six, you were already in kindergarten."
She glanced at the son of the co-pilot and shook her head: "You are twenty-sixth consecutive marriage and you are still not married...Last year, I was worried about your father. You are twenty-four and have no partner. You can't talk about it for a year? Are you talking about marriage?" Can't you marry for another year? The only way to prepare for pregnancy is to conceive in ten months. You will be almost thirty by the time you become a father."
A counting method unique to parents appears.
Qin Feng just smiled and didn't answer. According to their theory, anyone who is over twenty is a third grader. If he goes on to say that, he may have to scare you by saying that he will have no one to support him when he is old.
"You were working outside at that time. I was afraid that you would be stressed, so I didn't tell you... Fortunately, you have been sensible since you were a child."
Qin's mother whispered softly that no matter what, Qin Feng was her pride, and considering Qin Feng's current life progress, it was enough to make her hold her chest up and raise her head, feeling that everything was worth it.
Qin Feng sat in the car, looked at the scenery outside the window, and leaned his head on the window glass.
He once thought that his life would be spent slowly in a small, slow county town.
Until the system came, Qin Wuying came into being, allowing him to live a luxurious life that he would never forget in his life.
At that time, he felt that maybe he would live as Qin Wuxiang for the rest of his life... which would be good.
After that, I met Wang Anruo again.
As the dull and warm days passed by slowly, Qin Feng realized that maybe the second half of his life with Wang Anruo's participation was what he really pursued.
In the evening, the family of three had a sumptuous dinner.
There were chicken, duck, and pig head meat mixed with cucumbers. Qin's father drank two glasses of white wine, and Qin's mother bought the boneless chicken feet and crayfish that she had been craving for.
Such a meal wouldn't cost as much as a barbecue in a big city, but it was a feast to celebrate my son's return home from vacation.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the Qin family did not watch the news network for the first time. Qin Feng tuned to Mango Channel and was concentrating on waiting for the commercial to end.
"When will my son be willing to watch a star sing?" Qin's mother lay down on the sofa after eating. The fatigue of the day suddenly disappeared and she felt comfortable.
Qin's father was still eating. Men take a long time to drink and eat. In the Qin family, almost every meal, Qin's mother finished the meal first and then went back to the bedroom. Qin's father ate slowly by himself and washed the dishes when he was full.
What he does is physical work, and he enjoys it if he can eat slowly and leisurely.
"How old is your son? Do you still think it was when you were a kid watching Ultraman on a disc?" Qin's father smiled and pointed his finger at Qin's mother, trying to have something in common with his son: "Look at your mother, she is behind the times. .”
"Then do you know what your son is looking at?" Qin's mother rolled her eyes at him, trying to expose his pretense.
The commercial ends and the finals of the music variety show begin.
Dad Qin scratched his head and was speechless as he watched the shining stage on TV and the host reading the rules he didn't understand.
He doesn't usually watch variety shows. He always rotates the TV stations one by one during meals, switching to spy movies or anti-gang TV series that were popular at the beginning of the year, and just stops to watch one episode.
Usually, what I watch is endless, but this does not hinder anything, because these TV series have been watched countless times, and the plots are so familiar that they can only be regarded as appetizers.
Just when he was confused, a familiar face on the stage made him grasp at straws: "Isn't this Mo Ying? He doesn't understand the darkness of night during the day!"
Seeing that her husband could still hum a few lines of lyrics, Qin's mother just thought that he was a blind cat and a dead mouse.
I went to see my son again and saw that my son was staring at the TV screen attentively, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Huh?" Qin's mother looked at the TV camera and switched to another contestant, and she was surprised and confused: "Why does he look so like Miss Wang?"
Dad Qin also put down his chopsticks at this time, frowning and watching TV. His eyesight was a little poor, but he never got glasses.
It's not that he's reluctant to part with it, but everyone says he can't take off his glasses once he wears them. It's inconvenient for him to wear glasses while doing work.
"It's a bit like...what's her name?"
Qin Feng looked at Wang Anruo, who was wearing a gorgeous outfit on stage that was no less impressive than Queen Mo Ying. He smiled slightly and seemed proud: "Her name is Fang Nianwei, she is a very powerful singer."
(End of chapter)
