Landing on "Рo1⒏red"
The moment the plane landed, Shen Tinghe was still asleep, her brows furrowed. She hadn't slept well the night before and only drifted off to sleep around dawn. Countless little figures were tugging at her mind. The flight attendant woke her up and told her that they were about to disembark.
My head felt like it was about to explode. I pulled up the window shutter, and the airport's bright orange lights cast long shadows, adding a touch of gentleness to the dark and quiet night.
On her phone, Ms. Lin sent a text message half an hour earlier: "Daughter, we've arrived. Call us when you get off the plane."
Shen Tinghe waited until most people had left before starting to walk out, and as she walked, she sent a voice message to Ms. Lin.
"You've gotten off the plane?" Lin Xueling's cheerful voice came through the phone.
Shen Tinghe didn't notice her eyebrows curving into a smile. "Yeah, I just got off. I'll go get my luggage in a bit."
"Okay, your dad and I will be waiting for you at the arrivals gate."
Shen Tinghe's family was an ordinary middle-class family. Her father used to be a farmer, but due to urban reforms, his household registration was moved to the city. He didn't do well in school and didn't go to high school, so he went to a culinary school and honed his skills.
My mother, Lin Xueling, is a high school English teacher with excellent professional knowledge and has taught countless students.
Shen Tinghe didn't feel much of the reality of returning to China until she saw Lin Xueling standing anxiously waiting at the arrival gate. At that moment, her nose tingled and tears welled up in her eyes.
She glanced at it and quickly looked away, not daring to look. Holding back her tears, she ran over and threw herself into her mother's arms.
Lin Xueling's eyes were also glistening with tears as she touched her daughter's hair.
Their clear reflections were mirrored in each other's eyes.
"Where's Dad?" Shen Tinghe looked around but didn't see Shen Qiujiang.
“Your dad said you must be hungry when you get off the plane at this time, and the food on the plane isn’t good, so he went to buy you McDonald’s.” She then muttered under her breath, “All you ever think about is McDonald’s.”
Old Chen remembers that she loved McDonald's.
She prepared the meal at home, and the beef stew was already on the table at noon, just in time to eat when she got back.
The two walked towards the Shenqiu River. Old Chen came out carrying a packing bag and took the luggage cart. "Are you hungry? Have something to eat first."
He is mature, reserved, and not good at expressing himself.
Lin Xueling scolded him, "Our daughter has been eating Western food all the time abroad, and you still buy her Western food? Don't you know we have meat stewed at home!"
Shen Qiujiang wasn't angry at being told off. He chuckled and said, "Then you should eat less, girl. When you get back, you can enjoy your mom's stewed meat. She's craving it since you can't have it today." He then looked at Lin Xueling, earning her a glare.
The familiar bickering, the familiar taro pie, the familiar Yucheng.
Ms. Lin's cooking skills were as good as ever; the beef stew was tender and flavorful. Although Lao Chen was a chef, Lin Xueling always did the cooking at home because Shen Qiujiang was a pastry chef.
Shen Tinghe stayed at home for two weeks to accompany her parents, adjust to the time difference, and cook for a lazy person who never lifts a finger.
In the third week, Shen Tinghe received news about the resumes she had submitted, and began preparing lessons to give trial lectures at universities.
In late autumn and early winter, Shen Tinghe prioritized style over warmth, wearing a trench coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone, her nose turning bright red. The taxi she hailed was stuck in traffic for two kilometers, its lines a deep, purplish red.
A black Land Rover was parked at the entrance. Shen Tinghe looked up at it and then lowered her head again, hoping to block the wind.
The car window rolled down, revealing Zhai Chen's face. "Shen Tinghe!"
Shen Tinghe was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and when she looked up, Zhai Chen was looking up at her with a smile.
She let out a long sigh of relief. "Would it kill you to keep your voice down?"
"Where are we going?" Zhai Chen tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Foreign University." He said, opening the car door. "Give me a ride; the driver's been stuck in traffic for half an hour."
Seeing Shen Tinghe's swift and fluid movements, Zhai Chen chuckled, "I said I'd give it to you?"
Shen Tinghe ignored him. "Why are we stopping here if we're not going to take you?" she said, quickly fastening her seatbelt. "Hurry up!"
Zhai Chen was a skilled driver. Shen Tinghe arrived at the university on time, slammed the car door shut, and said, "I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Talking + Film & TV: p○1⑧.red「Рo1⒏red」
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