"Dad, we're still on the highway. There's a bit of traffic on the way into the city. Yeah, it's okay, don't worry."
On February 7th, the 29th day of the lunar year, we were on the highway more than ten kilometers away from Yancheng.
"Is uncle worried?"
After Lin Yao hung up the phone, Fang Xiaole asked while driving.
"Dad told us to be careful, but I didn't expect it to be so congested."
Lin Yao looked at the long queue of cars in front of her and was a little surprised.
“Haven’t you ever experienced the Spring Festival travel rush?”
Fang Xiaole turned his head and glanced at Lin Yao.
"No, I hardly left home when I was little, and I seldom go home after I went to college."
Lin Yao lowered her head, feeling a little depressed.
She originally enrolled in the Kyoto Conservatory of Music without telling Lin Duanzheng. At that time, the relationship between father and daughter was very tense. Lin Yao did not return home during the Spring Festival when she was in college and for two years after she started working.
One can imagine how a little girl feels when she is alone in a school dormitory or an artist's apartment on a day when families are reunited.
"It's okay, isn't everything okay now?"
Fang Xiaole patted the back of Lin Yao's hand with his right hand and comforted her softly.
"Yeah, everything has gotten better since..."
Lin Yao turned her head and looked intently at Fang Xiaole's profile, her eyes curved, the corners of her mouth raised, and she murmured.
"Since what?"
Fang Xiaole didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing, husband, the road ahead seems to be clear!"
Lin Yao pointed excitedly at the car window, and the long traffic jam began to loosen.
Soon, the traffic speed increased and the road finally became unobstructed.
"Honey, look! That's the Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow, the sign for our Yancheng highway intersection!"
Lin Yao happily pointed at a towering horse sculpture on the side of the road and shouted happily like a little girl:
"Wow, it hasn't changed in all these years!"
Fang Xiaole looked at the sculpture in surprise and said with a smile:
"I remember there was this thing at the highway intersection in our Lantern City."
"Your hometown also has Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow?" Lin Yao's eyes widened in surprise. "What a coincidence?"
"Silly girl..." Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing. If he wasn't driving, he would definitely raise his hand to pinch her face.
"Haven't you noticed? There are actually similar sculptures at highway intersections in many cities."
"Ah?" Lin Yao blinked her watery eyes and said blankly, "I used to go to work and never paid much attention to the scenery outside."
The car slowed down when we reached the toll booth.
"Then why do you notice it now?" Fang Xiaole asked.
Lin Yao didn't answer, but turned her head to look at Fang Xiaole.
Fang Xiaole also looked at her.
The two smiled at each other.
"husband."
"Um?"
"What I just said is that since I met you, everything has started to get better for me... Thank you."
“…Silly girl.”
"I'm just stupid. Stupid people have good fortune, haha."
…
…
Kyoto, Aiyao Studio.
"Yang Jiaxin? What are you doing here?"
Fang Shengnan and Xiong Sangou locked the doors and windows and walked out of the studio dragging their suitcases.
Because she suddenly decided to go back to Dengcheng with her "boyfriend" Xiong Sangou, Fang Shengnan refunded the high-speed train ticket she had bought previously.
I originally thought that I would not be able to return home in time for New Year's Eve, but Xiong Sangou somehow managed to get two tickets from Kyoto to the City of Lights today.
He told Fang Shengnan that it was a friend who worked at an airline company who helped him get it. Fang Shengnan didn't think much about it and happily took her "boyfriend" home to show her mother.
The flight was at 11am, so the two of them agreed to meet at the studio first, and after checking themselves over, they were about to go out.
The elevator door on the second floor opened, and an unexpected figure walked out.
Facing Fang Shengnan's wary gaze, Yang Jiaxin glanced at her and asked calmly, "Are you an employee of Aiyao Studio?"
"Yes, what do you want?"
Fang Shengnan glanced down at Yang Jiaxin and subconsciously puffed out her chest.
"I'm here to look for Lin Yao. Is she here?"
Yang Jiaxin ignored Fang Shengnan's hostility and asked calmly.
"Xiaoyao...Linyao is not here."
Fang Shengnan replied.
"knew."
Yang Jiaxin glanced at the closed door of the studio behind Fang Shengnan, nodded, turned and walked into the elevator.
"This woman, does she have a bump on her head?"
After Yang Jiaxin left, Fang Shengnan said with a "Pooh" sound.
"Sister Shengnan, let's go too."
Xiong Sangou's eyes flashed, and then he regained his composure. The other party, Shengnan, urged.
"Okay, let's go. Oh, right..."
Fang Shengnan turned around and reminded him, "Didn't I tell you? Don't call me Sister Shengnan. You're my boyfriend now, so you should call me more affectionately."
"Then I'll call you... Shengnan?"
Xiong Sangou hesitated and spoke with some difficulty.
"It's not corny enough. Those who are just friends are corny."
Fang Shengnan touched her chin and shook her head.
Xiong Sangou thought for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Male, male male?"
"Ugh~~" Fang Shengnan felt a little nauseous and nodded with satisfaction:
"That's the feeling. Then I'll call you Xiongxiong, or Gougou?"
Ugh~~~
Xiong Sangou also felt a little nauseous.
"Haha, that's right, I'll just call you Gougou!"
"Well, that's fine. It's better than calling you Gougou." Xiong Sangou glanced at Fang Shengnan's flat chest.
"Oh my god, what do you mean?! Stop, don't run!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Shengnan, Nannan, I was wrong!"
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