Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 119: A Dutiful Daughter

After exiting the toll station, Yang Chaoyue acted as Jiang Yang's human navigation, and after a while pointed to a group of buildings by the roadside: "Brother Yang, this is the Kia factory, and all the cars inside are made by Koreans."

White steam rose from the factory area.

Workers rode their electric bikes out one after another through the side gate.

"There's also a wind turbine pile that you can see every time you take the bus." Yang Chaoyue couldn't remember the name right away.

Jiang Yang glanced at the direction Yang Chaoyue was pointing.

More than 20 1.5-megawatt wind turbines are slowly rotating on the mudflats, making them quite conspicuous.

"Wind turbine piles? That must be the Dafeng wind farm," Jiang Yang asked doubtfully.

"Oh, yes, yes, a wind farm." Yang Chaoyue chuckled, "I'm not very educated, I can't even speak properly."

After listening, Jiang Yang translated Yang Chaoyue's dialect into Mandarin in his mind, and it took him a second or two to understand what it meant.

I wanted Yang Chaoyue to speak Mandarin.

On second thought, I decided against it.

It's rare to see Yang Chaoyue so excited. He won't be staying in Yancheng for long, so I shouldn't spoil the fun.

Anyway, I could roughly understand what he said: "You'll be educated in the future, so study hard. In two years, you might become a college student. You need to study very hard, especially in the first half of next year, it's crucial."

"Yes, I will study hard and make my father proud." Yang Chaoyue suddenly switched back to his Mandarin accent and said very seriously.

My previous boss would only urge me to work more overtime.

Yang encourages himself to study more and become a college student as soon as possible.

In Yang Ge's words, it means you don't have to suffer from a lack of education.

Yang Ge is so nice.

Yang Chaoyue casually asked, "By the way, Brother Yang, why is the first half of next year so crucial, and why do we need to study so hard?"

Because after the first half of next year, I will be taking the college entrance examination.

If you don't study hard, how will your boss get a good grade?

Jiang Yang, of course, wouldn't say what was on his mind: "After the first half of next year, you'll be an adult and meet the requirements for the college entrance examination. Pay close attention to the official information and admission rules of the education examination institutions in JS Province. Register in the first half of the year and give it your all in the second half."

"Yes, I will try my best!" Yang Chaoyue's eyes shone with anticipation.

Yang Ge cared more about his academic qualifications than I did.

I could tell that he wasn't just fooling himself.

I genuinely hope to study hard.

"Transcendence, and..."

"What else?"

"Have you taken the wrong road? Is this the road to your hometown, Wanggang Village? Where have you ended up?"

Yang Chaoyue didn't tell Jiang Yang to turn, so Jiang Yang kept going straight and had already reached the edge of the city.

There are farm greenhouses by the roadside.

The plastic sheeting was covered with rainwater from the previous night, and farmers were rolling up the curtains to ventilate the area.

"Hey, we've gone the wrong way. Turn around, turn around! This area is Lizhao Village. We need to go through the wind turbine area." Yang Chaoyue came to his senses.

They turned around and went back.

There's an old Yancheng mutton soup restaurant on the section of the road from the national highway to the county road in Dafeng District.

The roadside was full of large trucks with license plates from other places.

The drivers stamped their feet to keep warm in front of the old Yancheng mutton soup restaurant.

"Brother Yang, we're almost at Wanggang Village, almost at my house!" Yang Chaoyue said, looking out the car window, his voice trembling slightly.

The familiar red brick houses and courtyards, vegetable greenhouses, and threshing ground.

Wild grasses are growing in the cracks of the cement road surface.

A man herding geese was using a bamboo pole to drive his flock across the road.

Jiang Yang stopped the car, rolled down the window, and sniffed: "There's a faint smell of the sea."

"This fishy smell is like home. The closer you get to the mudflats, the stronger the smell becomes."

Yang Chaoyue rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind blow on his face, his legs shaking with excitement: "Brother Yang, can you swim? If you can, I'll take you to catch clams later."

What does "swimming" mean?

"It's swimming."

"I'm afraid I'll get eaten by fish if I go swimming in the sea in this weather."

"Oh, right, I'm so confused. It's the dead of winter, going into the sea would freeze me to death," Yang Chaoyue said suddenly.

I still haven't learned to swim. In the summer, I would catch sand crabs on the beach and mash them into a paste. Back then, I wasn't as tall as I am now.

Waiting for the flock of geese to cross the cement road.

A man wearing a construction helmet rode past on a Suzuki motorcycle.

Jiang Yang didn't look at them for long. Middle-aged rural men riding Suzuki motorcycles were a common sight everywhere.

He shifted into gear and started the car.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly froze, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the man driving the motorcycle in front of him.

Extremely familiar.

A section of a woolen cap peeked out from inside the man's construction helmet.

It was knitted by my mother when I was little.

He was wearing a gray-blue cotton-padded work jacket with frayed cuffs that revealed blackened cotton underneath.

Dark gray synthetic fiber trousers.

The shoes were worn-out, with bicycle tire tacks nailed to the soles for slip resistance.

Wear work gloves.

The scarf was made from the sleeve of an old school uniform, with the embroidered words "Dafeng District No. 2 Middle School" still on the edge.

It was the school uniform issued by my junior high boarding school.

You don't even need to see their faces; you can recognize them just by their clothes and appearance.

Yang Chaoyue unconsciously pinched the web of his hand to stop himself from shouting, but couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.

"What's wrong, Chaoyue?" Jiang Yang noticed that Yang Chaoyue was acting strangely.

“That’s my dad.”

Yang Chaoyue laughed, his eyes slightly red: "Drive past him, don't overtake, just follow behind him, honk your horn and give my dad a surprise."

Following behind someone and honking the horn incessantly, it feels like I'm giving your father a fright... Jiang Yang asked, "Your father won't get out of the car and beat me up, will he?"

"No, Father doesn't talk much and is very disciplined. He won't get into conflicts with people unless he's really provoked," Yang Chaoyue said, suppressing a laugh.

"A great filial daughter."

Jiang Yang stepped on the gas and sped past.

They caught up in no time, followed behind, and honked their horn: "Beep!"

Hearing the noise, Yang Shimin looked in the rearview mirror and saw a car with a Chongqing license plate behind him.

I understand that the other party is trying to overtake me.

He moved to the side of the road.

"drop!"

The motorcycle moved closer to the side of the road and slowed down a bit.

"drop!"

The Corolla didn't overtake; it just kept honking its horn.

"Brother Yang, keep dripping." Yang Chaoyue grinned.

She covered her mouth, afraid that her father would hear.

As she laughed, her eyes reddened slightly.

In the past, when I came back, my father would ride this old Suzuki motorcycle to pick me up at the Yancheng bus station.

The same outfit

Back then, I was sitting on the back of my dad's motorcycle, and this cement road wasn't so empty.

Many cars have license plates from other places.

Firecrackers went off every now and then, making it very lively.

After the Lantern Festival, these cars drove out of the village in a row, and Wanggang Village became deserted again.

Yang Shimin had already slowed his car down to below 20 kilometers per hour, but the car behind him was still honking incessantly.

He was hunched over, his chin tucked into his collar, his face sullen, staring at the Corolla with the Chongqing license plate in the rearview mirror, speaking in the same local accent as Yang Chaoyue, spewing profanities:
"The horn is broken, it doesn't overtake or not, it just keeps beeping, is that driver out of their mind?"

Jiang Yang couldn't hear what Yang Shimin was saying; two messages were in his mind.

The good news is:

We've found Yang Chaoyue's father. Today we should be able to sign the confidentiality agreement for the "A Little Reunion" production team, the image usage agreement for Yang Chaoyue, and the core employment contract.

The bad news is:

Under Yang Chaoyue's command, it seemed that he, the boss, was being scolded by Yang Chaoyue's father.

Just by looking at the other person's trembling lips, you know that you deserve a polite greeting.

He increased his speed.

Yang Shimin realized that the other car had finally overtaken him, so he immediately shut up, stared blankly ahead, his lips drooping, and twisted the accelerator pedal, which was slightly rusted, with his right hand.

Until I heard a voice: "Father!"

(End of this chapter)