Chapter 69 Accident
Song Zhi drove Zhou Qingti to Yorkdale, the most fashionable shopping mall in Toronto.
I heard that all the luxury goods in the world can be found here, and almost every store has a salesperson who can speak Mandarin.
Apart from seeing more foreign faces, Zhou Qingti almost thought he had returned to China.
Song Zhi wanted to buy her a Hermès bag. Song Zhi's SA received them both and heard that Zhou Qingti was her daughter-in-law.
Pleasant words poured out like beans: "I can't believe your son has reached the age of marriage. He has inherited all your good qualities and looks so good. Your daughter-in-law is also very beautiful. What a good-looking family."
"We have the Birkin 25 in milkshake white, which is a bit hard to wait for. It's perfect for you." The SA said to Zhou Qingti.
The Birkin 25 milkshake white is indeed hard to buy in China, so the salesperson took them to the VIP room and showed them the bag.
Zhou Qingti was a little tempted. Fortunately, Song Zhi was familiar with this SA. The bag and accessories were much cheaper than in China, and she also bought some decorations and H slippers.
She was going to pay for it herself, but when she took out her bank card, Song Zhi stopped her and said, "Mom will buy it for you."
Zhou Qingti was reluctant: "You've been very kind to me. It's just a bag. I can buy it myself."
Song Zhi was also unwilling: "How can it be the same? I'm willing to buy you as much as you want."
After some demurring, Lu Yanzhi, who had been watching the show silently, said, "I'll buy it."
In the end, the bill was paid by the resentful husband Lu Yanzhi.
After shopping for a while, Zhou Qingti bought a Canada Goose item for her parents and Lu Yanzhi's father, and also bought a suitcase.
I don’t dare buy too much, for fear that I won’t be able to pass customs when I return.
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On their last night in Toronto, they had dinner at home. Lu Yanzhi cooked several home-cooked dishes, and Uncle Bronson also grilled his secret lamb chops.
Song Zhi opened a bottle of red wine, poured some into each person's glass, and raised his glass: "I wish you a pleasant journey."
Zhou Qingti clinked glasses with her: "Thank you, Mom. I wish you happiness forever."
After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine: "Every time I want to call you sister, it's a bit weird to call you mom when you are too young."
Song Zhi touched his face and said, "Are you that young? You call me sister, so what does Yanzhi call you?"
Zhou Qingti laughed: "To each his own."
Lu Yanzhi pinched her face lovingly: "You are quite brave."
The dining table was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, but Song Zhi felt reluctant to leave.
In the end, she secretly wiped away her tears. Zhou Qingti noticed and comforted her: "Mom, when the time comes, you should come back home early so that we can celebrate the New Year together."
Uncle Bronson also cheered up the atmosphere: "I'd love to stay in China for two more months and visit the Great Wall of China and the Forbidden City. If you haven't been to the Great Wall, you're not a true man."
Song Zhi smiled: "Okay."
"It's only been more than two months, it went by very quickly." Every separation is for the next reunion.
The dinner lasted more than three hours. They talked about everything from the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland to the delicacies from all over the world. Uncle Bronson couldn't wait to set off for China tomorrow.
I have already started looking for tickets to return home, and I found that it is really difficult to buy tickets during the Spring Festival.
There are tickets for the first day of the Lunar New Year, but Lu Yanzhi's wedding is on the third day, so it's too late.
After checking various transfer options, I finally bought two tickets for the Chinese New Year, New Year's Eve.
Now that the plane ticket was booked, Song Zhi was no longer so depressed and felt that everything had hope.
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Lu Yanzhi was pushing a luggage cart at the airport with four suitcases piled on it.
Song Zhi held Zhou Qingti's arm and said, "Be careful. Let me know when we get to the hotel."
Zhou Qingti nodded repeatedly: "Okay. When we have something interesting to share with you, please don't mind."
Song Zhi smiled and said, "I wish you would bother me every day."
Song Zhi and Bronson watched the two figures disappear completely at the security checkpoint before they walked away, looking back every few steps.
Zhou Qingti and Lu Yanzhi successfully registered. She whispered in his ear, "Contact your mother more often in the future. She has felt guilty about you for so many years."
Lu Yanzhi turned around and asked, "Did she tell you that?"
"Well, you just feel like you owe each other nothing, but in reality, you don't. Just keep in touch more often. Isn't it nice to be together these few days?"
Lu Yanzhi covered her with a blanket: "I know, get some sleep, you'll be there when you wake up."
After a seven-hour flight to London Heathrow Airport, Zhou Qingti arrived safely at the hotel at ten o'clock in the morning and posted a message on WeChat Moments.
After reporting safety to her parents one by one, Zhu Jiajia saw her Moments and sent her a private message: "Why did you go to London? If you come to Paris, we might run into each other."
Then sent two photos of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The hotel is in the City of London
It was humid and rainy in London at the end of November, but Zhou Qingti didn't seem to be so averse to rainy days.
Lu Yanzhi had already prepared a strategy, so Zhou Qingti just had to follow him without thinking.
Walking down the street with Lu Yanzhi holding an umbrella, she was a little surprised: "Why don't British people use umbrellas?"
Most of the people holding umbrellas are Asian, while most of the white people are walking in the rain with hats on and are not in a hurry to avoid the rain.
"You don't like holding an umbrella, do you?"
Zhou Qingti smiled and whispered, "No wonder the British are prone to baldness?"
We walked all the way to the vicinity of London Bridge, where there is a large food market, Borough market.
There are not many people who speak Chinese in London, but Zhou Qingti can still carry out some daily communication. Lu Yanzhi started practicing her spoken English in Toronto and encouraged her to speak boldly.
The food at the market looked good, but the taste was average. I had a simple meal, bought a cup of coffee and prepared to walk along the Thames.
With nothing important to do, it seemed as if all the time could be wasted, and their pace slowed down a lot.
There were many tourists on the bridge, and a double-decker bus slowly passed by. Men, women, young and old of all colors were watching the scenery by the bridge.
Leisurely and comfortable.
Lu Yanzhi put her hand in his pocket: "Why are your hands so cold?"
"I'm out there holding my coffee, but it's not cold."
Lu Yanzhi took the coffee from her other hand: "I'll help you get it, put that hand in your pocket too."
Zhou Qingti refused: "But I haven't taken any photos yet."
Lu Yanzhi had no choice but to obey her: "Then you can take the photo."
She took out her phone and took a few pictures of the scenery, then pointed the camera at Lu Yanzhi: "Smile."
Lu Yanzhi raised the corner of his mouth, and Zhou Qingti leaned over to take a photo with him.
After being exposed to the cold wind on the bridge for a while, the two of them hid in a small shop that sold some odds and ends, such as cups and postcards.
Zhou Qingti bought two refrigerator magnets: "Just the right size for our two photos today."
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