Jiang Ci looked around.
Well, she felt that her four large suitcases were enough. Looking at them, she saw that others had five, six, seven, or even eight suitcases, and some even used snakeskin bags to pack their things.
Jiang Ci signed her name first before going back.
Zhou Mingli pulled her over and asked, "Can I go to the airport with you?"
Jiang Ci didn't know either, "I'll go ask."
Zhou Mingli followed her over to ask.
The person in charge of arranging the transportation shook his head when he heard Jiang Ci's words, "No, both buses are full, there are no empty seats."
"Families of all members of this delegation are not allowed to send them."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingli gripped Jiang Ci's hand tightly.
Huang Zheyue, who was following behind Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli, couldn't help but feel a little regretful when she heard this. She looked at Jiang Ci and then at Zhou Mingli.
Huang Zheyue said to her sister-in-law, "Auntie, let's go watch the car."
"Oh, okay."
The two quietly went to a distance away.
Zhou Mingli turned around, his handsome face appearing calm.
“You open a personal account in New York, and I will send you money every month thereafter.”
“I put a recipe in your suitcase. You don’t like white food, so you can cook for yourself when you have time.”
"There are many coffee shops in New York City, but don't drink too much, and definitely don't skip breakfast."
"The shortest time is one year."
"Jiang Ci, I will definitely come to New York to find you."
"Jiang Ci." He stopped there.
Zhou Mingli's throat was dry, as if something was stuck in his throat.
Jiang Ci, his lover.
Since they arrived here, they have been separated for no more than eight months.
They could make phone calls and send telegrams every week.
In the years to come, they'll probably be lucky to get in touch once a month.
Zhou Mingli cupped her face in his hands and looked intently into her eyes.
"Jiang porcelain".
Zhou Mingli's voice changed tone, and the intense emotions in his deep eyes seemed to surround and envelop Jiang Ci.
Subtle and dense emotions, like an impenetrable wall, suddenly creep up all over the body.
It's like the plum rain season—continuous and dreary.
Jiang Ci sighed, a relaxed smile on her face, "Looks like I need to encourage you to work harder and make more money."
"Airfares from Beijing to New York are very, very, very expensive."
"I also need to encourage you to get your passport as soon as possible so you can go to New York City."
She leaned on Zhou Mingli's shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.
"Let's make a bet, Zhou Mingli."
Jiang Ci said in a lighthearted tone, "You'll see me on the news before the Lunar New Year."
Zhou Mingli stared at her intently.
"I will work hard to earn money and get my passport as soon as possible."
"Jiang Ci." Zhou Mingli reached out and hugged her, his voice fierce, "You're not allowed to see other men."
Jiang Ci lowered her head and bit down hard on his chest.
She bit there yesterday, and quite hard, so this time it intensified the pain.
Zhou Mingli was happy to accept it, but felt that the mark she left on him was not enough.
Many couples in the delegation who were about to part ways were embracing each other, and it didn't seem abrupt at all that Zhou Mingli and Jiang Ci were embracing each other at this moment.
It wasn't until the minister came out and jokingly said to the group, "We're leaving soon, comrades, why don't you bring your loved ones with you?"
The people who were embracing then separated, feeling quite embarrassed.
"Comrades, you are going there for the dignity of our country and to speak out on behalf of our country in the international arena. You are members of the delegation, and every action you take represents our entire country."
"Look at your relatives, look at your friends. They will see you back home. So comrades, you are going there with a great mission. You must fulfill your responsibilities."
The members of the delegation stood at attention and answered, "Yes."
"I know you're reluctant to leave, but comrades, it's time to go."
Despite all the reluctance, when the time comes, the established plan must be carried out.
Jiang Ci told Zhou Mingli to let go of her.
Zhou Mingli remained silent for a long time before slowly releasing Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci instructed him, "Even if you have work to do, don't forget to educate Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao."
Zhou Mingli nodded and watched her get into the car.
Jiang Ci is prone to motion sickness on buses, so she sat in a window seat.
Zhou Mingli walked over and looked up at her leaning out of the window.
She was still smiling, her bright, clear eyes reflecting Zhou Mingli's figure. "You know I won't mistreat myself, so Zhou Mingli, you shouldn't mistreat yourself either."
"Be careful in New York City. If possible, whether by phone, letter, or telegram, please remember to contact me."
Jiang Ci agreed, "Let's go back."
She waved her hand.
Very carefree, very relaxed.
Zhou Mingli didn't move, watching the bus start. The security personnel helped carry all the delegation members' suitcases onto the bus.
As the doors closed, the bus slowly started moving again.
He saw that Jiang Ci looked carefree and relaxed, but her eyes were red.
Her nose was also red.
Jiang Ci rarely cries, except when she is in bed.
Her eyes were red when she cried, and the tip of her nose was also red.
Little liar.
Jiang porcelain.
You're not as carefree as you seem.
The proud Jiang Ci, the haughty Jiang Ci, would never let outsiders see even a trace of her weakness.
The window was open, and Jiang Ci tilted her head back, suppressing her emotions.
She heard many members of the delegation sobbing quietly.
Jiang Ci rubbed the area where her heart was located and gave a bitter smile.
It's hard not to admit that parting can be very painful.
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