Chapter 59 Do you know about fast food?
You don't feel tired when you're playing, but you only realize it when you're done.
On the way back to Guangcheng, the people in the car no longer had the same enthusiasm they had when they arrived.
That's true. After all, we've been playing for two days. No matter how relaxing it was, we still left early in the morning and didn't come back until dark. Plus, we're getting older, so once we relax, the feeling of fatigue inevitably washes over us.
The car slowly drove out of Goose City and onto increasingly uneven roads. Most people leaned back in their seats, silently admiring the scenery outside the window, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.
Guide Zhong felt that this kind of atmosphere was not right; the more happy they were when they arrived, the more happy they should be when they left.
So she felt the atmosphere needed to be livened up.
He jumped up from his seat, turned to face everyone, clapped his hands twice to draw everyone's attention to himself, and then flashed a big smile.
Everyone assumed the guide had something to say, so those who were chatting temporarily stopped.
Guide Zhong began, "Our four-day, three-night trip is coming to an end soon. Since we still have a little time, I'd like to say a few words to everyone. I've had a very enjoyable time with you all these past few days, and I'm very grateful for your cooperation. I hope you'll have the opportunity to join our tour group again, and I'll take you sightseeing again..."
As she listened, Tang Mingli unconsciously smiled.
She suddenly realized that she had been thinking the wrong thing.
It's not that today's tour guides use similar scripts to those of future tour guides; it's that this is the essence of tradition.
The tour guide profession is also passed down from generation to generation. That's why even decades later, young tour guides still carry the shadows of their predecessors.
In her past life, she thought these words were pure rhetoric and not a single word could be trusted. But now, she was willing to believe that the loud-voiced guide she had only known for a few days was speaking the truth.
Perhaps I was speaking with too much passion and enthusiasm.
Guide Zhong became more and more excited as he spoke, his little face turning red with excitement.
Just when everyone thought the conversation was about to wrap up, the topic suddenly took a complete 180-degree turn.
"...Let's sing a song together to bring this joyful journey to a perfect close."
The elderly people were indeed stirred up by the guide's passionate and generous words, so once the guide started, many people naturally joined in the singing.
Once someone joins in singing, more will naturally follow.
I originally only planned to sing one song, but after I finished singing one, someone in the crowd spontaneously started another song, and everyone sang along.
It seemed that everyone on the bus, except for Tang Mingli, could sing these songs.
Grand emotions and melodious singing can indeed wash away fatigue and make people forget the trivial troubles of life.
Tang Mingli was deeply moved.
Every era has its own popular trends and ways of spreading them.
In this era of underdeveloped communication, it did not hinder people's love for the same song or their yearning for the same faith.
However, singing is an energy-consuming activity. After singing several songs in a row, everyone was tired, and the carriage fell silent again.
However, this time the guide no longer thought it was because everyone was in low spirits.
Even someone as energetic as her got tired after belting out so many songs.
This is called rest after having enjoyed yourself to the fullest, and tranquility after passion.
On the way back, the group stopped again at the small restaurant they had passed on the way there for lunch.
After lunch, they set off again. Apart from the guide and driver, everyone else was too sleepy to stay awake, especially Tang Mingli, who had never slept so soundly on public transportation in her two lives.
Firstly, I was genuinely tired, and secondly, I felt at peace.
Her mother-in-law was sitting next to her, and her grandparents were also in the same carriage, which made her feel extremely at ease.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already fast approaching the urban area of Guangzhou.
Although the group looked slightly tired after their nap, their eyes were bright and alert as they gazed out the window.
Sitting next to Tang Mingli, Fu's mother sighed and expressed everyone's feelings.
"So this is what it feels like to be home, so reassuring."
Tang Mingli's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.
It seems she has come to understand, to some extent, what roots are.
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The car slowly approached the hostel.
Before she even parked, sharp-eyed Tang Mingli spotted a familiar figure and quickly called her grandparents over to look.
Madam Fu has sharp eyes and spotted it immediately, then laughed and said, "How come that busy man is here?"
The busy person she was referring to was Fu Ci, whom she hadn't seen for several days.
They were almost at the hotel building when the car slowed down, and Fu Ci started walking towards them.
Someone on the bus said, "Wow, this young man is really handsome."
"Where is it? Let me see."
"Then what?"
A row of heads turned to look.
"Wow, he's really handsome, even better looking than the guy who played the Wrangler."
"Whose child is this? It looks like they waited here specifically for our car."
"Indeed, someone this good-looking could be an actress."
...
Tang Ming's cheeks flushed as he listened to their conversation in the car.
I have never felt so proud.
And she had a feeling that once the grandmothers found out who he was, she would definitely be teased too.
Sure enough, when Fu Ci took the luggage from the Fu family and looked at Tang Mingli with shining eyes, everyone immediately understood what was going on. They praised the couple, saying that Fu Ci was very lucky and that Tang Mingli had found a good match.
Fu Ci was completely dumbfounded. He had only come to pick someone up, so how did he end up in this situation?
Fortunately, this scene didn't last long, because Tang Mingli was also eager to escape the teasing.
After getting on the bus home, Tang Mingli breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did the joy of knowing that Fu Ci had come to pick her up belatedly surface. She asked with a smile, "Why did you come to pick us up?"
You should know that he is a very busy person; on the day he left, he only dropped them off at the bus stop.
Fu Ci smiled, repeating the same excuse he'd been using for the past two days: "I'm not busy today."
Actually, he regretted it a little after watching them get on the bus and leave that day.
He did have something very important to do that day, but it wasn't impossible for him to squeeze in some time to take his family to the hotel. He could then explain to them why he was late.
After boarding the bus, his gaze almost never left Tang Mingli.
I've been out for two days and seem to have gotten a bit tanned.
However, Fu Ci thought this skin tone was healthier, but he knew he absolutely couldn't say that out loud.
He still clearly remembers how carefully she took care of her skin after he took her out for a ride on his bicycle that afternoon and she got a little tanned.
He didn't want to ruin his own happiness.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
You can't say you got a tan, but you can say other things.
Fu Ci asked, "Did you have fun?"
Tang Mingli hummed in agreement: "Overall, it's not bad."
Aside from the inconvenient transportation, there was really nothing to complain about on this trip.
Good food and accommodation are essential, but the fact that there aren't many people at any of the attractions makes for a great experience.
Thinking about the hardship of traveling by car, Tang Mingli added quietly, "It would be best if we had our own car, so we could drive ourselves wherever we wanted to go."
Do you own a car?
Fu Ci frowned.
However, individuals are not allowed to buy cars, so my wife's wish is a bit of a problem.
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When they got home, Zhang Guihua was already preparing dinner.
Needless to say, dinner tonight was very plentiful.
Although the food outside was good, Tang Mingli was still full of anticipation.
However, she still needs to take a shower first.
Fu Ci also carried his travel bag and followed his wife upstairs.
Tang Mingli looked at the large bag of dirty clothes and felt worried.
The Fu family is great in every way, except that you still have to wash your own clothes.
I used to wash only two sets a day, but this time it's a whole bag.
I'm so tired, I don't want to wash. When will we get a washing machine?
She doesn't care about the clothes at all, no matter how expensive they are.
She felt more sorry for the time she spent washing clothes than for ruining them.
Fu Ci noticed her distress, gently brushed the hair from her forehead, and said, "No rush. I'll wash these clothes slowly."
"Really?" Tang Mingli couldn't believe it.
Although Fu Ci would occasionally wash their clothes, such as during the six months when he was unemployed and stayed at home, he did most of the washing. But now he is in the prime of his career and he is busy.
Fu Ci simply hummed in agreement.
Tang Mingli would never refuse help from someone who was willing to lend a hand.
It's always faster for two people to work together than for one person to work alone.
She went to take a shower in a good mood.
After taking a shower, I glanced at the time and realized there was still some time before dinner, so I went to lie down on the bed for a while.
Fu Ci then carried the bag of dirty clothes into the bathroom, clearly beginning to deal with them.
Soak them separately, starting with the underwear my wife had changed into.
Just by doing all that, I got completely soaked.
After thinking about it, I decided to take a shower first.
Outer clothes are inevitably quite dirty and need to be soaked for a while.
After showering, he simply wrapped a towel around his lower body and went back to his room, thinking he would change into clean clothes before continuing to wash the dirty clothes his wife had brought back.
As soon as Fu Ci entered the room, Tang Mingli glanced up casually, but couldn't take her eyes off him. She stared intently at his upper body, which still had a few water droplets on it, her gaze burning with desire.
Haven't you been too busy to work out lately? How come your abs are still there? And why do your pecs look even more tactile?
That's it. She must have been fooled by romance novels.
Who says men become less attractive as they get older? Fu Ci is clearly more alluring each year after being married for several years.
It's hard to say how much she likes him emotionally, but her physical attraction to him is growing stronger every day.
Tang Mingli used all her self-control to force herself to look away from her watch.
There was still less than half an hour before dinner.
No, half an hour is really not enough to finish the resignation.
I'm so disappointed.
Fu Ci wasn't blind. If his wife didn't hide her gaze, how could he not have noticed? He couldn't possibly be unaware.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
He struggled to regain his composure and told himself to restrain himself.
However, before he could even start looking for clothes in front of the wardrobe, a pair of restless little hands touched his back.
An electric current coursed through their bodies, creating a dense, itchy sensation that was quite uncomfortable.
He turned around, his gaze deep, silently trying to decipher what his wife meant.
Tang Mingli felt that she was really exhausted after being away from home for a few days, otherwise why would she feel so weak?
She blinked and looked at her husband.
It looks delicious. She really couldn't wait to get her hands on some.
then……
Do you know what fast food is?
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