On the other side, Fukushi Airport.
Lin Shaowen couldn't wait after landing and kept urging his grandson to hurry up and get the luggage.
Only the two of them came back this time; they didn't even bring their assistants.
Fortunately, before returning, he called Boss Huo and asked him to help him find a car to drive back.
"Grandpa, five suitcases. What were you thinking when you had your secretary pack them?" Lin Jun asked helplessly.
The secretary handled all the baggage check-in and other arrangements; he had no idea there was so much luggage.
Lin Shaowen, however, was unconvinced. "What do you know?"
"For the Chinese New Year, I need to prepare candy, fruit, and clothes and shoes for my nieces."
"If it weren't for the baggage restrictions on airplanes, I would have liked to prepare more."
Lin Jun rolled his eyes. So he was just here to be a porter?
Lin Shaowen helped push a suitcase and strode out of the airport. As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw Huo Qizhen waiting beside him.
"Mr. Huo, I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come and pick me up in person..."
He suddenly stopped when he saw Lin Ziyan getting out of the passenger seat.
Huo Qizhen chuckled, "It's not me who's here to pick you up, it's your niece. I'm planning to fly back to Hong Kong for the New Year."
Lin Ziyan rushed to him to take his luggage.
Lin Shaowen looked towards the driver's seat. There was no driver.
He frowned slightly and looked at his grandson who was following behind, saying...
"You'll be driving in a bit."
Lin Jun, "..."
He didn't have a driver's license from China, and the traffic rules here are significantly different from those abroad.
Lin Jun put his luggage in the trunk before saying to Boss Huo, "Could you tell me about the traffic rules here?"
"No need, I'll drive," Lin Ziyan said with a faint smile.
Even before the Lunar New Year, Lin Ziyan had asked Lu Yunshen to teach her to drive and had even gotten her a driver's license.
Of course, she already knew how to drive in her previous life; learning to drive was just a cover.
"no."
The two said in unison.
It's rare for Lin Shaowen and Lin Jun to share the same opinion.
"I'm the one who brought Boss Huo here just now, don't be too nervous, I have my credentials." Lin Ziyan's lips twitched slightly, she knew her uncle would object.
Huo Qizhen nodded, "She drives very steadily," and then pulled his suitcase and left.
Lin Shaowen's aura was too powerful; he didn't want to stay and become cannon fodder.
In the end, the two had to compromise because airport security came and told them not to stop there.
"Ayan, when did you learn to drive?" Lin Shaowen observed her for a while and found that she was very skilled at driving, so he stopped objecting.
Given these road conditions, even if Lin Jun were to drive, he might not be able to drive as well as she does.
Lin Jun sat in the passenger seat, ready to take over as driver at any time.
"I just learned how to drive." Lin Ziyan showed him her driver's license.
Lin Shaowen glanced at the certificate and raised an eyebrow slightly.
He had already had this idea in mind. Rong Kai was about to send a batch of imported cars to China, and he could buy one for his niece.
Lin Jun said, "Judging from your driving skills, you must have been driving for several years..."
He said thoughtfully, turning to look at Lin Ziyan, and found that her expression remained unchanged, her face calm.
Lin Ziyan smiled faintly, "There are very few cars on the road now, so I'm just a bit daring."
Indeed, there were very few cars on the road at that time, and the main road from Fukushi to the port had just been built.
Even novice drivers aren't afraid of crashing because there are almost no other cars on the road besides shuttle buses.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, there are hardly any large trucks left.
In the village.
Grandma Lin sat on the stone stool by the door, cracking peanuts.
Aunt Chen sat down next to her with a bowl in her hand and chatted with her.
"Grandma, did you embroider the painting that Ah Yan gave to Fatty? It's so realistic, just like the photo."
"No, Ah Yan doesn't let me use my eyes too much, saying it's to protect my eyes," Lin Atai said with a smile.
She had never seen her granddaughter's embroidery, but she wasn't surprised.
"I didn't expect Ah Yan's cooking skills to be so good," Aunt Chen praised.
As soon as she finished speaking, the chubby girl came over with the photo frame.
"Grandma, take a look, doesn't it look just like it?" the chubby girl said proudly.
She was also holding a photo of them together, taken when she and Cao De went to get their marriage certificate.
When Lin Atai saw the embroidery in the photo frame, she paused for a few seconds, and then a smile gradually spread across her eyes. "It looks like it was taken with a camera."
The chubby girl nodded vigorously. "Ayan said it's cross-stitch."
Aunt Chen leaned over and looked at it again, nodding repeatedly; it really did look like it had been photographed.
"Wait a moment," Lin Atai said, and walked into the inner room.
A moment later, she took out a red cloth bag and carefully took out the photos inside.
This photo was taken by her father, and it's still very well preserved after all these years.
Thanks to those cabinets, which protected against moisture and insects, the figures in the black and white photos would have been blurred long ago.
"When you have the chance in the future, you should also take photos like this." Grandma took out a group photo, a smile curving her lips.
When the chubby girl saw the two people in the photo, and then looked up at her grandmother, she could vaguely make out that the person in the photo was her grandmother.
Aunt Chen said, "This photo is so well preserved. I never imagined that my great-grandmother wore a veil when she got married."
She said with envy, her smile deepening.
Lin Atai shook her head with a smile, "Back then, my father insisted that I wear this for the photo shoot because this type of bridal attire was fashionable, but on my wedding day, I still wore a red wedding dress."
Fatty looked at the photos that Grandma kept handing her, and when she saw one that looked like Lin Ziyan, she blinked.
Grandma's withered, spotted hands gently stroked the photograph, reminiscing about the tunnel.
“This is my mother.”
Aunt Chen glanced at the photo in surprise and murmured, "She really looks like Ah Yan."
After talking for a while, Lin Ziyan pushed a suitcase and helped Lin Shaowen back.
"Grandma..." Lin Ziyan called out.
She let go of the suitcase handle and leaned closer to the chubby girl to look at the photos.
"Huh!" Lin Ziyan snatched a card from the fat girl's hand and asked suspiciously.
The person in the photo is wearing a dark cheongsam, with a hairstyle reminiscent of the Republic of China era. Her facial features are about 80% similar to hers, and her eyes are resolute and bright.
She looks like a beauty from the Republican era who stepped out of a movie.
"Awen, sit down and rest for a while." Lin Atai hurriedly invited Lin Shaowen to sit down.
His ability to come back for the Chinese New Year fulfills a long-held wish of his.
Lin Shaowen nodded, leaned closer to look at the photo, and paused for a few seconds.
"Doesn't it look alike?" the chubby girl laughed.
"Ayan, you would look beautiful in a cheongsam."
Lin Ziyan raised an eyebrow slightly, continued looking at the other photos, and murmured,
“Grandma is biased; she didn’t show me any photos when I was at home.”
Grandma Lin patted the back of her hand and laughed, "Why are you being biased? I just didn't think of it for a moment."
Lin Shaowen sat to the side, looking at the smiling old man in front of him, feeling very comfortable.
He looked up and saw the red lanterns on both sides, nodded, and said that this was what made it feel like Chinese New Year.
"Grandpa, you really think of me as a porter..." Lin Jun said breathlessly, pushing four suitcases.
Because the path here was paved with stones of varying sizes, the wheels were completely unresponsive, and it took him a long time to push the cart to the door.
He almost got lost halfway there...
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