On August 19, 2023, Xian Eunjing arrived at Shanghai Pudong International Airport.
It's been seven years, exactly seven years.
Finally, another member of T-ara set foot on the mainland, and finally there was a group of the same people guarding the pick-up port. Finally, the trapped people met again, and finally...
(Two days have passed and I still haven’t recovered. Let me look up to the sky and laugh for a while. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)
The night before, I almost couldn't sleep well. But it’s not just me, many, many people didn’t sleep well. Everyone has been waiting for this day for too long.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, news suddenly came from the group that a brother was also going, and he was also in Minhang, Shanghai. In the end, we got closer and closer, so we decided to go together at 7:30 the next morning. Instead of just going to the store, he got up early with me and went straight to the airport to pick us up.
At 12:30 p.m., I started to have insomnia, the cheers of support kept ringing in my mind, and the tears couldn't stop flowing. Finally, in a daze, I forced myself to fall asleep.
At 2:30 in the morning, I woke up for the first time because I was afraid of oversleeping and missing the airport pick-up.
At four o'clock in the morning, when the sky was dark, I dreamed of a medley of three war songs, "No. 9", "Sugar Free" and "1, 2, 3", and woke up again.
It was 5:30 in the morning, it was so bright, and I was afraid that I would oversleep, so I didn’t even close the curtains. All the light shone into the room from the gauze curtains, and my head felt swollen, but I didn't dare to sleep anymore, so I tossed and turned on the bed until half past six.
Finally, I really didn’t want to drag it out any longer. When asked, the brothers who had made an appointment last night also woke up at 5:30 and stopped sleeping, preparing to set off to the agreed intersection together.
Get up, wash up, and take care of yourself! I put on last year's support uniform, washed the car last night and put most of the things in the trunk. I picked up a box of Wangzai milk and two individually packaged bottles that I didn't dare put in the car, and set off!
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been the first person in my family to go out, with more nervousness and careful preparation than on a first date.
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At 7:30, which is 15 minutes earlier than the scheduled 7:30, Mr. Zheng’s little sunglasses, whose ID is “Mr. Zheng’s Little Sunglasses”, has already got into the car and started heading towards Pudong Airport!
To be honest, no matter how far in advance, the rush of preparation cannot be concealed.
However, in less than five days, banners, support bags, album photos, Eunjing’s favorite snacks, and even details as small as signature pens and masks...
I also brought the "brooch" from the "Tiamo" period that I was reluctant to take apart, and the self-heating hot pot that I just asked my travel companion to buy nine hours ago...
I still packed a trunk full of supplies. Maybe there are still some minor things missing, but I think I have done the best I can.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex with a netizen, or to be more precise, I’ve never had the experience of just chatting with someone the night before and then rushing to get together early the next day. But because of the same identity (even though he is a Sone), the journey went very smoothly: Hongmei Elevated Road, Central Ring Road, Outer Ring Road, Yingbin Expressway... I am quite familiar with this section of the road to pick up the airport in Pudong. , but this time the mood is very special. I was responsible for driving, and he was responsible for returning messages to the group for me.
Only then did I realize that there were too many people on their way to Shanghai. Some had barely arrived at the airport, some had just boarded the plane, and there were even girls who had not dared to sleep in hard seats after sitting all night.
From all over the world - Guangzhou, Lanzhou, Tongling, Huai'an... just because of a piece of news, we came from all directions this weekend.
Arriving at the airport at 8:30 in the morning, I simply dragged a suitcase.
When I was preparing, I was thinking too much - I was afraid that the security personnel would think that I was spreading bad culture, so I packed some of my handbags and support banners into my suitcase, and then put on my backpack with the white support uniforms and some of my albums. Attack!
Along the way, we found the airport pick-up gate and put down our things. Outside the only open international airport pick-up gate, less than ten colleagues came sporadically.
To be honest, I was a little embarrassed.
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m afraid that I won’t be able to deliver all the things I’ve prepared, and the scene I’ll bring to Eunjing won’t be grand enough; or it’s because I’m born with a social phobia caused by not being in contact with strangers for too long, so I feel slightly uncomfortable.
So, after distributing the first batch of banners and support bags, I found an excuse to buy everyone coffee and escaped.
I think this move should have a new name, Coffee Escape.
Out of everyone's sight, I felt a little more comfortable and started chatting and spanking in the group again. There were more and more friends who needed coffee, so they ordered eight cups of various American drinks one after another - after all, it was Eunjing's favorite drink, and it might also be a romantic thing to wait for her while drinking her favorite drink. (?).
The cafe in the morning was very deserted. There was a guy in front of the bar who was responsible for both ordering and making. Naturally, it was very slow. I opened the "brooch" when I was bored, and I didn't expect it to be a small round mirror. It was really cheating! I'm not a simple and round person, so why do I need this thing?
I originally wanted to leave it on my chest so that people could find me more easily, but I had to give up.
During this period, "Mr. Zheng" was afraid that I couldn't carry it alone, so he came over to help. Unexpectedly, the packaging of MANNER is actually two layers of eight cups in one bag...embarrassing.
When it was almost finished, another clerk finally came, wearing a mask, and she seemed pretty good-looking. But I had no time to think about it and hurried back to the airport.
After sharing a circle of coffee, I saw many celebrities who are melon fans. At this time, the sequelae of lack of sleep began to show, and my brain was dizzy and swollen. I drank half a glass of Bingmei and continued to work, handing out a circle of banners and bags.
Continuing the embarrassment, the bag is gone. I could only go back to the car to get it. Halfway through, I remembered that I didn’t have my backpack, so I turned around in a hurry, picked up my bag, and headed straight to the parking lot.
There was also a large woven bag prepared in the trunk. I grabbed a large number of support handbags and packed them in. Then I opened one and filled it with two dolls - this was a gift for Eunjing. Then I took some albums and photos from the carton and put them into my backpack, and started heading towards the airport pick-up port again!
Just when I was in a hurry (I regretted not bringing "Mr. Zheng" with me at this time), the WeChat call from the diary boss came. I just got out of the elevator and picked up the phone. It turned out that the peripheral items I had reserved before were about to be shipped out.
We ran all the way, but luckily the support items with the same pattern in the woven bag passed the security check smoothly, although they looked a little strange...? But fortunately, there was no danger and I kept running.
At 9:20, we arrived at the airport pick-up gate again. At this time, there were already two or three rows of people lined up in front of the railing. As for Ham Eun Jung's flight, the estimated landing time is...9:40!
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Ready to fight!
The mood at that time was really as if I was about to fight. At the last moment before dawn, I felt a sense of stability. The tension and excitement during the previous preparations had dissipated a lot.
There were more people present than expected, and there were three floors outside the house, but there was no sound. When I turned around and reissued banners and bags one after another, I felt like a messenger boss.
He holds the phone in his right hand to reply to the group message, and holds three banners (and Jingba's ones) in his left hand. On his wrist is a support bag with gifts. In his left trouser pocket is a signature pen, and on his shoulder he wants to use it to sign. Wearing a white support uniform, in the right trouser pocket is another camera phone.
To be honest, at the moment when I started writing, I didn’t have a clear memory of my outfit at that time, but my feeling of wishing I had eight arms left a deep impression on me.
Because I promised to go find the diary and get the surrounding things but I didn’t even have time...
Interestingly, there was also a big boss on the pick-up plane this time who happened to be on a business trip to South Korea, Wu Su. Everyone also learned that this flight might arrive early, and indeed - at 9:22, the plane from Incheon had landed.
So when I ran around non-stop and really stood still, I no longer had the best shooting angle in the first row. Fortunately, the people in front are all female fans, so we can still get a good viewing angle, but as a gift... I'm afraid don't think about it...
I looked around and saw that I had nothing to do, so I raised my head and took a selfie with my phone.
The trapped people around me were wearing everything. In addition to the support banners I distributed, there were also yellow banners of 14 years, 15 years, 16 years...all kinds of yellow banners, which can be seen from the font. Support items from different periods...
I have been saying in the past two days that this time it was really rushed, too rushed. Seeing each other after such a long time, I should at least prepare some unified support uniforms for everyone, but we gave up due to lack of time.
In addition to pity, the more feeling may be... touching?
After all these years, we are still here.
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According to the insider "Wu Ha", Eun Jung does not have a large suitcase, which means that she will definitely get out faster than Wu Ha without having to pick up the luggage. The inability to confirm the specific time of Eun Jung's departure makes everyone feel a little bit in doubt. Then, the nerves became tense.
(Later I found out that this guy was Eun Jung in front of him, and Go Joon Hee, the third female actor in "Introduction to Architecture", was on the right. At that time, I only thought of "Cherish the Couple". The unreliable teammate who provided the information really didn't give me the information. I’m so angry, forget it, don’t mention it, don’t mention it!)
But, the accident still happened.
The plane taxied for a long time and finally stopped in front of the scheduled T1 terminal, but the person I wanted to see didn't show up.
The crew came out, the passengers who looked like Koreans came out, and Xianhua Liu from the same flight all showed up...
Taking advantage of the departure of a few female Dahua fans, the people who were picking up the airport relaxed a little and moved forward a little bit, and I got closer to the railing.
But in the end, even the dance boss showed up, but Xian Eunjing still didn't appear in the camera...
And throughout the day, the touching and high-quality performance of the poor people also started from this moment: from the first group of people before nine o'clock, to the plane landing at half past nine, and the appearance of waves of people at ten o'clock With leaving...
There were no complaints or questions from the nearly 100 people present. Everyone just quietly held their mobile phones and banners, pointing their lenses and gifts at the airport pick-up port, always ready.
Say hello to the cheerful white crew members, face the strange looks from all kinds of travelers, and stay silent amidst all kinds of news...
The portraits of this group of people are still the same, silent and persevering. I don’t think everyone can do better.
It was not easy for the dancers guarding the airport pick-up gate. At first, they danced "Old Li's Throwing Away" and "Sexy Love" to interact with the people outside. However, as the passengers on the same flight disappeared, security guards kept coming. Go up and talk to him.
A big man was standing there carrying a big box, looking alone in a line. To be honest, it was a little funny hhhhhh
Finally, around half past ten, the airport officials finally made some news.
In addition to a few scattered security guards at first, a large number of staff began to arrive and began to build a human wall inside the railing.
Coming? ? !
Although the feeling of distrust makes people a little uncomfortable, this obvious precursor still gives everyone who has been waiting for a long time a shot in the arm.
Then wait!
Just when "Mr. Zheng" holding the camera was about to lift his hand, the security guard in front of the railing withdrew again. To be precise, they stopped him at the end of the passage.
"Eunjing has to take a special passage."
Finally, following Wu Si's gesture and news from the group, the man dragging the big box walked out of the empty airport pick-up aisle, almost condemning the morning we had been waiting for.
I took a look at the airport reception hall which was suddenly quite empty. Although I was a little skeptical, I quickly packed up the things I brought with my friends. Then I pushed the suitcase past the security wall and hurried to the basement to try it. Take a chance on chance encounters.
Once you go, you can't go back.
I was walking on the corridor, and outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a white Alpha nanny car stopped on the roadside - at the door of the first floor.
I was even joking with the people around me - "Isn't this Eunjing's nanny car?"
The four people took the elevator down to the basement in two groups. I was in the first group. In the elevator, I saw another news update in the group——
"Enjing came out, and she still took the same passage just now!"
Watching Eunjing in the group greet them cordially, take away their gifts, even shake hands and bow...
Look at the handbag containing gifts that Yanba gave me in my hand, I really...
"I woke up early and caught up with the late gathering." Perhaps the most appropriate way to describe my morning was, no, I guess it was the kind of person who couldn't even catch up with the "gathering". My fragmented emotions could easily overwhelm me. Submerged.
On the way to Joy City, I simply didn’t know how I was driving. Fortunately, I didn’t finish the eight glasses of iced Americano I had in the morning. Many of them were too sleepy to take it, but I was left with an extra glass of orange-flavored iced Americano.
I continued to drink tons of American style. The more I drank, the faster my heart beat. The more I drank, the more uncomfortable I felt: no gifts were given, no people were seen, and I tried to prepare a surprise and grand airport pick-up ceremony, but it didn't happen. ...
So crazy and almost collapsed, I drove the car to Joy City and waited.
