Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 163 I Miss You Too, Yang Chaozhong
The luggage passed through the security conveyor belt, and the security officer urged whoever's luggage it was to take it away quickly.

Yang Chaoyue knew that the person was talking about him, and hurriedly got out of Jiang Yang's arms.

He whispered, "I'll send you a WeChat message once I get in the car."

The last word was uttered, but the final sound suddenly faded away.

He cleared his throat to cover up his sobs.

Her high ponytail swayed as her shoulders shook.

After passing through security and retrieving her luggage, she turned around and saw Jiang Yang still standing outside the security checkpoint, looking at her.

Seeing her looking over, he smiled and waved.

Yang Chaoyue walked backwards, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yang's face.

He didn't even turn around when he bumped into other passengers.

After seeing Zhao Jinmai off on the high-speed train to Shenyang North, I boarded the high-speed train to Hankou for my transfer. Sitting in my seat, I watched the scenery rushing past the window.

Take a look at the chat history on your phone.

I sent Jiang Yang a message saying that I had boarded the high-speed train.

Jiang Yang replied with four words: "Have a safe trip."
After exchanging a few playful words with Jiang Yang on WeChat, Yang Chaoyue's burning cheeks gradually returned to normal temperature.

In the past, I always went home alone during the Spring Festival travel rush.

I'm finding it very difficult to adapt this time.

Since becoming Yang Ge's employee, this is the first time I've had a period of time when Yang Ge isn't around.

It was also the first time I had ever taken the high-speed train back to my hometown alone.

I used to be alone, but now I'm afraid of traveling without him.

In the past, I would take the bus back to Yancheng from the bus station, and as soon as I got off the bus, I would see my father waiting for me at the station entrance on his Suzuki motorcycle.

As the high-speed train enters the tunnel, there is a slight change in ear pressure.

The landscape of Sichuan and Chongqing outside the window suddenly transformed into myself looking out the window.

They didn't use old slippers in their backpacks or snakeskin bags to pack their luggage.

It uses a diplomat-style aluminum alloy trolley suitcase.

In the past, when I went back to my hometown, I couldn't even come up with 3,000 yuan. Now I have 30,000 yuan in my bank account.

I couldn't hear the bus station ticket seller cracking sunflower seeds and urgently shouting, "Yancheng is one seat short!"

High-speed rail attendants in uniform push silver metal food carts and sell boxed meals in a gentle tone.

I remember around this time last year, I was on a bus home when some migrant workers stuffed snakeskin bags into the luggage compartment, making noises that sounded like live poultry.

The child vomited in the last row, and the plastic bag couldn't catch it, so the milk spilled into the seat seam.

Upon arriving at the service area, passengers rushed off the bus to the restrooms.

Look up.

The suitcases on the luggage racks are neatly arranged at an angle.

The sound of air pressure whirring from the electric bathroom door.

Yang Chaoyue tilted his head and whispered to his reflection in the car window, "Next year will be better."

When I arrived in Yancheng in the afternoon, I didn't see my father when I came out of the station.

Yang Chaoyue called his father and found out that his father had gone to the bus station to pick him up as usual.

Dragging her suitcase, she refused several unlicensed taxi drivers who tried to take her to the seaside and waited for her father by the roadside.

He took out his phone, exhaling white breath, and sent a voice message to Jiang Yang.

Tell yourself you're home and let others know you're safe.

By the way, I'll mention how beautiful the spectacular sight of the confluence of the Jialing River and the Yangtze River, resembling a hot pot, was when I was traveling by high-speed train from Chongqing through the Yuzhong Peninsula.

How interesting it is to chat with MaiMai.

They also told Jiang Yang the time for the art exam and told him not to delay it.

WeChat voice messages can be sent for a maximum of one minute.

The voice message had been going on for 50 seconds, and Yang Chaoyue unconsciously twirled the ends of his hair with his fingers.

My eyes are fixed on the voice description progress bar, and my pupils dilate slightly as the seconds go by.

Seeing that the countdown was about to end, she clenched her fists tightly around the hem of her clothes.

He kept chatting, his speech quickened but his voice became softer, and finally, as if afraid of being overheard yet also afraid of not being heard, he said two words.

"Miss you."

The two words are joined together in a breathy sound lasting half a second, almost forming a single syllable.

The 59-second voice message contained 0.5 seconds of genuine emotion.

I'm home, I'm fine, I just miss you a little.

He locked the screen immediately after speaking.

Toes curled up.

After waiting a while without receiving a reply from Jiang Yang, she took out her phone and clicked "recall." She wanted to change it to a simple text message saying "I'm home" and send it over.

However, it was discovered that the voice message had been sent for more than two minutes.

It cannot be withdrawn.

At the intersection ahead, Yang Shimin rode a Suzuki motorcycle, wearing a dark blue imitation cashmere jacket and knock-off old man's leather shoes.

It was bought for him by Yang Chaoyue when he went home last time.

I glanced at a short-haired girl sitting on her suitcase by the roadside, looking down at her phone.

After passing by, we drove forward for about ten meters.

The vehicle slowed down.

He turned around, squinted forward, and opened his mouth slightly, but didn't shout.

The other person had a neat short haircut and was wearing an expensive fur coat.

She looks as fashionable as someone on TV.

It shouldn't be Yueyue.

Yueyue wasn't like this when she came back last time.

Even if she dresses better than Ah Luo and has better skin, she still won't be as good-looking as Ah Luo.

Yang Shimin didn't dare to shout out. He gripped the handlebars, turned the bike around, and was about to continue riding towards the high-speed rail station.

Suddenly, a voice called out, "Father!"

Yang Shimin froze.

Looking back, I saw a few wrinkles appear on my forehead as I saw the short-haired girl dragging her suitcase and walking quickly toward me.

I've never seen my daughter wearing a fur coat.

She looks like a celebrity.

The smile he gave himself was exactly the same as when he was a child.

Yang Shimin grinned awkwardly, his crow's feet deep, and said in a Yancheng dialect, "Girl, were you getting impatient? This silly goose of mine went to the bus station to wait for you again."

"Not long after."

In the future, if I need my dad to pick me up when I go home, it will most likely be at the high-speed rail station or the airport.

Yang Chaoyue, the factory girl at the bus station with a gray-blue uniform, sallow complexion, carrying a snakeskin bag, and dry hair, will forever remain in my memory.

No matter what I become.

My favorite ride will always be on the back of my dad's motorcycle.

Yang Shimin got off the motorcycle and put up the kickstand.

He wiped the back seat clean with his sleeve: "Where's Boss Jiang? The Moutai he gave me last time was incredibly precious. I didn't even dare to drink it. I'm saving it for the first day of the Lunar New Year!"

"Brother Yang didn't come. He's from Chongqing and went back to his hometown for the New Year. He asked me to give you his regards."

"Oh my, he's greeting me? He's your boss, I should be greeting him! This boss isn't ugly at all!" Yang's father laughed heartily.

I sat on the back of my father's motorcycle.

Ride towards Wanggang Village.

From the national highway to the county road, the cold wind howled in his ears, but Yang Chaoyue didn't feel cold at all.

I could see my father's squinting eyes, and his crow's feet were very deep.

The wind was too strong, and I couldn't hear my father speaking.

Yang Chaoyue then thought back to the voice message he had just sent to Jiang Yang.

Given Yang's patience, he probably won't be able to listen to such a long voice message.

Normally, when Yang Ge's family sends him such long voice messages, he only listens for a few seconds before giving up.

Ding-dong.

I received a WeChat message.

Yang Chaoyue took out his phone and saw that it was a three-second voice message from Jiang Yang.

She gripped the motorcycle's rear seat handle tightly with her left hand, held her phone to her ear with her right, and unconsciously rubbed the edge of the screen with her thumb.

Amidst the howling wind, Jiang Yang's voice could be heard: "I miss you too, Yang Chaozhong."

I only vaguely remembered hearing it the first time.

After listening to it a second time, Yang Chaoyue's spine suddenly straightened.

Her forehead rested against the back of her father's navy blue faux cashmere jacket.

Feel the salty smell of my hometown, the wind of my hometown, the back of my father in my hometown, and the New Year's atmosphere of my hometown.

Yang Chaoyue was breathing shallowly.

A smile spread across his face as the motorcycle bounced along.

(End of this chapter)