Chapter 173 Cry If You Don't Come
Jiang Jianni quickly said, "No rush, no rush, we're looking at our capital city right now."
She couldn't help but exclaim, "People in the capital are so rich! Almost everyone has a bicycle."
In Pingyang City, although bicycles are no longer as rare as they used to be, not everyone owns one.
The Jiang family, for example, only owns one bicycle.
Lu Xiangyang and Jiang Jiani also shared a bicycle.
The Lu family simply didn't have one, because the elderly couple couldn't ride a bicycle, and if they needed to travel long distances, they could take a car.
The same goes for Jiang's neighbors; the most they owned was two bicycles, and those who were less well-off had none at all.
There seem to be quite a few bicycles on the street, but it's nothing compared to the capital.
Standing on the main street of the capital, you can see that almost everyone has a car, and a few people drive small four-wheeled vehicles.
Despite the backwardness of the scene, Jiang Jianni was deeply moved.
Yang Anni looked a little bewildered, which was unusual for her: "Huh? What's interesting to see on the street?"
She even stared at the street for a moment.
It's all about people.
So, is my cousin trying to see more people?
When Yang Anni realized that her cousin's side job was writing, she suddenly understood.
I've heard that writing requires constantly seeking inspiration, and perhaps my cousin is doing just that.
She'd better not disturb her cousin's train of thought.
So she stood quietly to the side, intending to wait for her cousin to find her inspiration before leaving.
Jiang Jianni gave Yang Anni, who had suddenly stopped moving and remained silent, a strange look: "Come on, what are you standing there for?"
Yang Anni looked bewildered: "Huh? Ah, you, you're not looking for inspiration anymore?"
"What inspiration..."
Halfway through her sentence, Jiang Jianni suddenly realized what she was thinking and couldn't help but laugh, "What are you thinking about?"
"This is my first time in the capital, and I'm a little shocked to see something so different from my hometown."
"Looking for inspiration? What inspiration can you find by watching the crowds of people coming and going?"
"Hurry up and go back."
Anyone who's ridden a green train knows how slow it is.
Pingyang City is about 600 kilometers from the capital. The high-speed train takes at most two hours, but if you switch to a regular green train and add the time spent stopping and giving way to other trains, it takes a full thirteen hours.
Even though she bought a sleeper ticket, Jiang Jiani was still extremely uncomfortable.
Without a cell phone, computer, or internet, she was in such a rush to leave that she didn't even bring a book to pass the time. These thirteen hours were definitely the most difficult thirteen hours Jiang Jianni had endured since arriving in this era.
I desperately want to find a place to rest.
She and Lu Xiangyang originally planned to stay in a hotel.
Yang Anni firmly objected: "Your coming to the capital is like coming to my home. If I make you stay in a hotel when you come to my home, what kind of person would I be?"
“My sister has helped me so much. If I don’t let you stay for even a few days, wouldn’t I be an ungrateful wretch?”
After a year of naivety and experience in the workforce, the young woman has completely shed the naiveté she had when she first entered society.
"Besides, I've been filming on set a lot lately and haven't had time to go home at all."
"The house is often empty."
"If you live in my house, at least you can bring some life to my house and help me keep it from aging too quickly."
"Also, what are the conditions like at the hotel?"
"When I go to the toilet, it's a public toilet, and people often don't flush it, so it stinks horribly."
When she first arrived in the capital, she stayed in a hotel, which almost made her sick.
The next day, I found a house and rented it.
I simply couldn't stand the hotel environment.
"I don't know if the room has been cleaned since the last person left. Sis, I remember you're very clean. Would you really want to sleep on dirty sheets that someone else has slept on?"
"And the floor, the walls, they're covered in snot, saliva, bugs, rats, spider webs, don't you find that disgusting?"
"Come to my house."
“My house is so big, I get so bored all the time.”
“Come here, you can talk to me.”
As Yang Anni spoke, she became so aggrieved that she almost cried.
What could Jiang Jiani do? She had no choice but to agree.
Besides, staying at home is definitely more comfortable than staying in a hotel.
When she arrived at Yang Anni's house, she discovered that Yang Anni's house was not actually decorated properly.
The floor is a cement floor, and the walls are painted with a newly popular imitation porcelain paint.
At that time, people did not have the concept of functional rooms, so Yang Anni turned both bedrooms into bedrooms.
Two 1.5-meter-wide beds, four bedside tables, two 1.6-meter-wide wardrobes, a dining table with four chairs, all bought from a second-hand store.
Perhaps disliking the original wood color, Yang Anni used her skillful hands to dress up all the furniture.
The bedside table, bedside table, table, and chairs were all covered with delicate floral covers.
Even the stark white room felt warmer.
The only new items she bought were the sofa, coffee table, and TV stand in the living room.
Yang Anni showed her cousin and cousin-in-law her home: "I didn't originally buy a sofa because I felt it wouldn't be very useful."
"When I went back last time I saw your sofa, I thought it was really nice. You can sit on it sometimes, and lie down when you don't want to sit anymore."
She pursed her lips: "Unlike those wooden sofas, which are not only creaky, but also have uneven surfaces. It's uncomfortable to sit on, let alone lie down on them."
"I usually sleep in this room, you can sleep in the other room."
"All items are brand new and absolutely clean, just bought by me."
"The sun was shining brightly yesterday, so I even aired out the blankets and mattresses again. You can feel them if you don't believe me."
Even without touching it, Jiang Jiani knew it was very warm.
The quilt was soft and fluffy, clearly made of new cotton, and it was also very thick.
After showing the room, she went to the kitchen: "I ran out of gas before, this was just refilled a few days ago, it's still full."
"Sis, do you know how to use a gas stove? If not, I'll teach you."
She looked eager to try.
Jiang Jianni: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I will use it."
Yang Anni's face immediately fell: "Oh, sis, how come you know everything? Is there anything in this world that you can't do?"
Jiang Jianni thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Yang Anni immediately became interested: "What? What? You can't do it?"
Jiang Jiani suppressed a laugh: "I won't turn into a man."
Even though it's the 1990s now, many cosmetic procedures already exist, including skin bleaching.
Michael Jackson, the world-renowned superstar, had his skin turn white due to vitiligo inherited from his family, leading many to mistakenly believe that he had undergone skin bleaching, since such a technology already exists.
Other procedures such as double eyelid surgery, canthoplasty, wrinkle removal, dimple creation, Botox injections, chin augmentation, skin rejuvenation, eyebrow tattooing, and skin whitening have long been popular.
To put it simply, the cosmetic procedures that are familiar to everyone in later generations were actually things that people had already done eighty or ninety years ago.
Even gender reassignment surgery was already available by this time.
It just hasn't spread to China yet.
Yang Anni's face fell even more.
Jiang Jianni laughed heartily and pushed her outside, saying, "Come on, let's go out and you can show us around the area."
"I'll be staying here for several days to get familiar with the area so I can buy things."
"We can't eat out every day, can we?"
"We're not rich and have nothing to do with our money; we still need to buy a house."
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