Chapter 556 (1/2)
”Dad, we're still on the highway. It's a little blocked when we enter the city. Uh huh, it's all right. Don't worry.”
February 7, the 29th day of the lunar new year, is more than ten kilometers away from Yancheng.
”Uncle worried?”
When Lin Yao hung up, Fang Xiaole asked while driving.
”Dad asked us to pay attention to safety. I didn't expect it to be so blocked.”
Lin Yao looked at the car that had become a long line in front of her. She was a little surprised.
”Haven't you experienced Spring Festival transportation?”
Fang Xiaole glanced at Lin Yao.
”No, I didn't leave home much when I was a child, and I seldom go home after going to college.”
Lin Yao bowed her head, a little gloomy.
She was hiding from Lin duanzheng's Kyoto Conservatory of music. At that time, the relationship between her father and daughter was very tense. Lin Yao didn't go home during the Spring Festival when she was in University and two years after she worked.
You can imagine how a little girl feels when she is alone in her school dormitory or artist's apartment on the day of 10000 family reunion.
”It's all right. Isn't everything all right now?”
Fang Xiaole patted the back of Lin Yao's hand with his right hand and said softly.
”Yes, it's all better since...”
Lin Yao turned her head and looked attentively at Fang Xiaole's side. Her eyes bent, corners of her mouth turned up and murmured.
”Since what?”
Fang Xiaole didn't hear clearly.
”Nothing, husband, the front seems to be connected!”
Lin Yao happily pointed to the front of the window. The long congestion began to loosen.
Soon, the speed of traffic became faster and the road finally became unobstructed.
”Husband, look, that's the sign of Ma TA Feiyan, the high-speed intersection of Yancheng!”
Lin Yao happily pointed to a tall horse sculpture on the roadside and shouted happily like a little girl:
”Wow, it hasn't changed for so many years!”
Fang Xiaole looked at the sculpture in surprise and said with a smile:
”I remember we have this thing at the high-speed intersection of Dengcheng.”
”Your hometown also has horses stepping on flying swallows?” Lin Yao stared in surprise, ”what a coincidence?”
”Silly girl...” Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing. If he wasn't driving, he would raise his hand and pinch her face.
”Didn't you find out? In fact, there are similar sculptures at the high-speed intersections in many cities. ”
”Ah?” Lin Yao's watery eyes blinked and blinked and said, ”I used to work and didn't pay much attention to the scenery outside.”
At the toll station, the car slowed down.
”How do you notice now?” Fang Xiaole asked.
Lin Yao didn't answer and looked at Fang Xiaole.
Fang Xiaole also looked at her.
They looked at each other and smiled.
”Husband.”
”Huh?”
”What I just said is that everything has begun to get better since I met you... Thank you.”
”... silly girl.”
”I'm just stupid. Stupid people have stupid blessings, hee.”
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Aiyao studio, Kyoto.
”Yang Jiaxin? What are you doing here? ”
Fang Shengnan and Xiong Sangou locked the doors and windows and dragged their suitcases out of the studio.
Because he temporarily decided to go back to Dengcheng with his ”boyfriend” Xiong Sangou, Fang Shengnan returned his previously bought bullet train ticket.
I thought I would be late to go home on New Year's Eve, but Xiong Sangou got two tickets from Kyoto to Dengcheng today.
He told Sheng Nan that this was done with the help of a friend working in the airline. Fang Sheng Nan didn't think much. Anyway, he happily took his ”boyfriend” home to show it to his mother.
On the plane at 11 a.m., the two met at the studio and were ready to go out after checking.
The elevator door on the second floor opened, but an unexpected figure came out.
Facing Fang Shengnan's vigilant eyes, Yang Jiaxin glanced at her and asked calmly, ”are you an employee of aiyao studio?”
”Yes, what can I do for you?”
Fang Shengnan glanced down at Yang Jiaxin and subconsciously raised his chest.
”I'm looking for Lin Yao. Is she there?”
Yang Jiaxin ignored Fang Shengnan's hostility and asked faintly.
”Xiao Yao... Lin Yao is not here.”
Fang Shengnan replied.
”I see.”
Yang Jiaxin glanced at the closed door of the studio behind Fang Shengnan, nodded, turned and walked into the elevator.
”This woman has a bag on her skull?”