Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 120 Father gave in to him, and he got old.
Yang Shimin's neck suddenly stiffened, and his helmet tilted slightly backward.

A familiar voice, a joyful tone.

During the Spring Festival travel rush, I can only hear it when I go to Yancheng bus station to pick up my daughter.

He unconsciously released the accelerator with his right hand, and the sputtering sound of the motorcycle suddenly decreased.

Not used to big movements, eyes move before head.

His gaze first fell on the Corolla that was overtaking him, before his face slowly turned away.

He saw the girl sitting in the passenger seat, her hands gripping the rolled-down window, grinning at him: "Daddy, coming home for lunch after work?"

Yang Shimin's Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingers trembled: "Ah?"

I didn't dare shout.

He just muttered softly.

My daughter is working in Shanghai right now.

My daughter told me she found a good job and even transferred 5000 yuan to me last month.

This morning, I received a message from my daughter saying she wanted to go home.

It's definitely not my daughter, she just looks a lot like her.

The other person was sitting in a car, wearing a very nice dress, and her skin was better than her daughter's.

My daughter always wears the gray-blue work clothes from the textile factory when she comes home.

Even so, she is still prettier than the other person.

Yang Shimin turned his head to look in the other direction, thinking that the other person was calling someone else.

"Father, it's me, your daughter! It's Ah-lou!"

Seeing that her father didn't seem to recognize her, Yang Chaoyue added, "When I texted you this morning, my hand slipped and I typed 'I want to go home,' I added the extra 'want'."

Yang Shimin braked suddenly, his left foot frantically bracing itself on the ground, almost missing its mark.

Jiang Yang parked the car on the side of the road and turned on the hazard lights.

Yang Chaoyue pushed open the door and got out of the car, walking towards Yang Shimin with a bright smile on his face. As he smiled, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn down.

Because she saw her father smiling at her with delight.

The nasolabial folds and crow's feet have become deeper.

I've grown taller, and my father has gotten older.

Yang Shimin hurriedly turned off the engine, but turned the key in the wrong direction, causing the engine to make a strange clicking sound.

The helmet dropped slightly, obstructing vision.

He loosened the helmet strap and smiled at Yang Chaoyue: "Are you wearing long johns?"

"Wear it."

Yang Chaoyue took off his father's work gloves and grabbed his father's hand.

Cool to the touch.

My hands are so rough they feel a bit sore.

It was left over from when I worked on construction sites. My dad said I've found a new job as an electrician.

Yang Shimin released Yang Chaoyue's hand, touched Yang Chaoyue's knee, and confirmed that he was wearing long underwear.

He frantically wiped the back seat of the motorcycle with his sleeve: "Call me first when you get home. If I had known, I would have picked you up in Yancheng. You haven't paid for the rental yet, have you? I'll go get the driver. 50 yuan is enough. If you don't know how to bargain, they'll definitely rip you off."

Done.

Yang Shimin walked around the rear of Jiang Yang's Corolla and came to the driver's seat.

Jiang Yang had just unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when he saw Yang Shimin grinning at him. Yang Shimin asked in a simple and honest tone, with a strong accent unique to Wanggang Village in Yancheng, "How late?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yang didn't understand at all.

Yang Shimin bent down and asked in a different way: "How many coins?"

what money?

Jiang Yang only understood the word "money".

Oh, I see, it's the payment, right?

It seems that Yang Chaoyue is faster than I expected; she had already cleared things up with her father before I even got out of the car.

Jiang Yang couldn't speak the Yancheng dialect, and fearing that Yang Chaoyue's father wouldn't understand his Mandarin, he smiled and raised his hand to make gestures.

One hand has three fingers, the other hand has five fingers.

"35 yuan exactly?" Yang Shimin nodded.

The price is very fair. This is the price for a taxi from Yancheng to Wanggang Village. It seems the girl negotiated with the driver.

“35,000 exactly,” Jiang Yang said clearly and precisely.

Yang Shimin's action of taking out his wallet paused for a moment.

He frowned and slowly looked up at the young driver in the car, his smile freezing on his face: "It's not an unlicensed taxi, is it?"

As he spoke, Yang Shimin glanced at the center console in the car to check if there was a meter.

See this.

Jiang Yang understood the situation.

It was necessary to have Yang Chaoyue, a local, act as my translator.

Yang Chaoyue's Yancheng dialect is mixed with a bit of Mandarin. He can't understand a word of his father's Yancheng dialect.

He turned to look at Yang Chaoyue.

They discovered that Yang Chaoyue was sitting on the back of his father's motorcycle, grinning foolishly at them.

He's timid and submissive when he's away from home, but he becomes mischievous and unruly when he's back in his hometown.

"Laughing? You're still laughing? Your dad told me to dock your pay!" Jiang Yang shouted at Yang Chaoyue.

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's smile froze instantly.

He quickly dismounted his motorcycle, jogged around the back of the vehicle, and ran over to act as Jiang Yang's translator.

"Sorry, Mr. Jiang, you look so young." After understanding what was going on, Yang Shimin's lips twitched twice, and his wrinkles froze on his face.

He was a big boss who owned a company. He gave Yueyue a good job and personally drove her back to handle some business.

As Yueyue's father and an elder, he immediately suspected the man of being an unlicensed taxi driver.

Did I embarrass Yueyue?

Yang Shimin's ears turned slightly red. He wanted to say something to ease the tension, but he didn't know how to organize his thoughts.

He took off his construction safety helmet with one hand and held it to his chest, revealing his graying temples.

His other hand unconsciously rubbed the seam of his pants.

Suddenly I remembered that I had a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes in my pocket, with only a few left.

He wanted to reach into his pocket for a cigarette, but felt it wasn't presentable enough; people might not appreciate the quality of such cigarettes, and it would embarrass Yueyue.

"It's alright, Uncle. It was the first time Chaoyue met me. He probably thought my company was a shell company."

Jiang Yang got out of the car and laughed, "This is my first time in Yancheng, and there really isn't a single mountain here."

He imitated Yang Chaoyue's Yancheng accent and said, "Your hometown has a particularly beautiful view, it's by the sea, unlike my hometown, which is all mountains."

Yang Shimin didn't understand what Jiang Yang was babbling about.

Jiang Yang glanced at Yang Chaoyue beside him, whose lips were pursed and whose shoulders were trembling: "Is it that funny? Isn't my Yancheng dialect standard?"

"It's a perfect example. I just suddenly thought of something funny."

Yang Chaoyue burst out laughing: "Let's speak Mandarin, my father can understand it."

Jiang Yang reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed one to Yang Shimin: "Uncle, have one."

Yang Shimin glanced at the cigarette pack in Jiang Yang's hand, took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and grinned, "Red Nanjing, a cigarette from Yancheng. You smoke that too?"

"I smoke Zi Nanjing and Yipinmei cigarettes. They have a mild flavor, are smooth to the throat, and have a slight sweetness. They are very comfortable to smoke."

"Yes, that's exactly how Su Yan is, hahaha."

Yang Shimin smiled.

Seeing that Jiang Yang also smoked this inexpensive Su cigarette, Yang Shimin felt less pressured and no longer felt that taking out the Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket would be embarrassing for his daughter.

Yang Chaoyue watched silently as Jiang Yang chatted with his father.

I know Jiang Yang is lying.

Yang Ge doesn't smoke at all.

Even the package of red Nanjing cigarettes was prepared in advance.

Of course, she wouldn't expose Jiang Yang.

Because it works very well.

When I praised the scenery of Yancheng, my father thought it was just polite talk.

But when he learned that Jiang Yang was willing to learn the Yancheng dialect and even smoke Yancheng cigarettes, his father became noticeably closer to Jiang Yang.

She wasn't so reserved; her smile was very natural.

Because I felt Jiang Yang's sincerity.

After a brief chat, we headed to Yang Chaoyue's house.

Yang Chaoyue didn't get into Jiang Yang's Corolla, but skillfully climbed onto the back of his father's motorcycle: "Brother Yang, we're only a few hundred meters from my house. My father and I will lead the way for you."

"Hey, you're riding in your boss Jiang's car? Motorcycles are freezing cold," Yang Shimin muttered.

"Let's drive, let's stop rambling," Yang Chaoyue said casually.

I thought that my father would still try to obey me as before, since he was very stubborn.

But not this time. Yang Shimin grinned and said, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

"Why are you listening to me this time? Didn't you say I didn't know anything before?"

"You've grown up, you're successful, and you know more than me. I'll listen to you from now on."

Yang Chaoyue's gaze froze.

She realized that her father was beginning to obey her.

She inhaled halfway, then suddenly choked, swallowing air with a very soft gurgling sound.

Her once straight back slowly hunched over, unconsciously mimicking her father's aging posture.

Knowing that he was capable, his father began to yield to him.

I've gotten old too.
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(End of this chapter)