The figures of the group disappeared almost as quickly as the wind.
Yunling exclaimed, "They run pretty fast."
Just like when she was in school, she would always rush to the cafeteria.
Qin Chuan nodded: "There's food, and you can't run fast. Let's go to the post office now, and you can call your parents so they don't worry about you."
He suspected that Yunling had forgotten about this.
Yunling lowered her head, kicking at the pebbles at her feet. She hadn't forgotten that she was trying to delay as long as possible. After all, she wasn't someone's real daughter, and it wouldn't be good if she said the wrong thing.
Although this era advocated breaking with feudalism, most people were illiterate and still held very feudal and superstitious beliefs about things they couldn't explain.
She had heard of people secretly worshipping Wong Tai Sin at home.
Deep down, there's also a sentimental feeling of "feeling apprehensive about returning home."
However, we can't just cut off all contact like that, since there's no real conflict.
She looked up and said, "Let's go! I was just about to call home."
After arriving at the post office and waiting in line for a while, I dialed the number I remembered.
After a few beeps, a familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone.
Is it Lingling?
"Mom, it's me," Yunling said with a smile.
"Why haven't you written or called home for so long? Don't you know how worried your family is about you? How have you been lately? Have you been bullied? Are you lacking anything? If you want anything, your family will send it to you," Yunmu asked in a flurry.
That brat, she's really gotten too big for her britches. When we went to the countryside, we agreed to contact each other every two weeks, but what's going on lately? She hasn't written a single letter.
She even wanted to take time off to see her daughter, and oh, her son-in-law, because she was really worried about him. They got married without any preparation.
Yunling answered the questions one by one, saying, "It's okay, I'm doing well here. I haven't been to the county town recently, so I haven't sent any letters home. I don't need anything, so my family doesn't need to send me anything."
Hearing her daughter's cheerful tone, Yunmu breathed a sigh of relief, and the two chatted for a while longer.
"Did your son-in-law come with you?" Yunmu asked.
Yunling: "We're here. We came together today."
“Then let him answer the phone, I’ll talk to him,” Yunmu said directly.
Yunling immediately nodded; she was a very obedient daughter.
She waved to Qin Chuan, who had been watching her from a short distance away, and whispered, "Mom wants to talk to you on the phone."
After saying that, he shoved the microphone into Qin Chuan's hand.
Qin Chuan wasn't mentally prepared when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and quickly replied, "Mom, don't worry, everything's fine..."
Yunling walked briskly to the post office entrance.
She really doesn't like answering the phone.
Whether in the present or in a past life.
I'd rather send a message and wait than dial the number immediately.
Does this count as "social anxiety"?
She frowned.
"Yunnan Educated Youth".
Yunling looked up and saw a group of vibrant young intellectuals walking towards her.
Several people held meat buns in their hands, took a bite, and seemed to be enjoying a rare delicacy. They squinted their eyes and looked at the passersby with a contented expression.
This prompted passing children to clamor for meat buns.
My parents won't give me one; a big meat bun is too expensive, so I might as well make one at home.
Children can't possibly understand the financial calculations adults make.
If you don't give it to her, she'll throw a tantrum, roll around on the floor, and wail loudly.
The parents looked embarrassed as they watched their child rolling on the ground, and were very reluctant to admit that this was their own child.
Helplessly, she could only pull her child up and say, "Buy, buy, buy, I'll buy it for you right now."
As he left, he didn't forget to glare at the people who were making children cry with meat buns.
That's right, it was just a few educated youth.
Ye Qingsong quickly walked up to Yun Ling, trying to distance himself from that group of people.
He said we could go home and eat slowly, but everyone was still so hungry.
They ate as they walked, making several children drool with envy.
He was smug when he saw the child crying.
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