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Because the school is making up classes before the next semester, it is already vacation time now, and the report card for the final exams will take another week to pick up from school.
However, Jiang Xiaoya knows very well how she performed. She heard that some people have immigrated to remote areas, including Hainan Province and Qing Province. Her older brother is so wealthy that he has opened a company in the capital; he should be able to transfer her household registration to the capital as well!
When one has nothing, Er Ya can strive to rise amidst others' envy, but when she realizes that many things can be easily obtained, especially since Jiang Yizhou dotes on his sister Er Ya and doesn't have much time to take care of her, it becomes difficult. It's hard to even get a message from him while he is abroad.
Since she has to squeeze into her grandparents' old house when she returns home, she hasn't spent much time at home this semester. This time when she goes back, Jiang Xiaoya feels extremely anxious. Last semester, she managed to fool her family about her poor performance; this time it won't be so easy to deceive them.
Upon returning to her temporary home, she finds the door locked and her parents are not home. Jiang Xiaoya rides her bicycle back to their original house, which has now been rebuilt into a house resembling an American-style home but with many changes made for rural needs, such as storage and safety.
At this moment, Jiang Maoqiang is leading several people in unloading purchased furniture from a truck and placing it inside the house. Upon seeing his daughter, he takes a set of keys from his waist and hands them to her. "Girl, you're back! Is your mom not home? Here are the keys; check if your mom is back when you go home and tell her to cook!"
Clearly, he is busy and doesn't have much time to look after his daughter. In the past, he didn't need to either; although his eldest son was obedient, he wasn't very self-aware and needed someone to guide him. Now, he really is getting old!
Jiang Xiaoya feels like a death row inmate whose execution has been postponed. She feels a bit relieved but soon worries about being asked about her grades again.
After returning home and not seeing her mother come back, Jiang Xiaoya takes it upon herself to wash rice and put it in the pot. Then she sits by her bed, opens the magazines she bought, and comforts herself by thinking nothing bad will happen. She reads with a sense of relief and enjoyment.
When her parents gradually return home, she calmly puts away the books; her father and mother wouldn't think much of what those books were since they don't recognize many characters.
"What were you doing? Why are you only coming back now?" Jiang Maoqiang asks after working all afternoon unpacking furniture; he is already hungry. He waits for his wife to return while urging Jiang Xiaoya to help start a fire.
"A girl named Li Yue who works under our son called; our son will be home in a few days!" Gao Qingzhen says excitedly while chopping vegetables with more agility than usual.
"What should we do? The outside of the house is still bare; not even shiny tiles have been laid down. The inside is renovated, but it can't be lived in yet!" Jiang Maoqiang says anxiously. The money has been spent like water; if it doesn't meet his son's expectations, that would not be good.
"No matter what, he's still our son; how could he complain about where he's living now? We can squeeze in just like before and divide Er Ya's room in half," Gao Qingzhen says optimistically. Even though their son has become wealthy, his filial piety hasn't changed. "He'll only be home for four or five days anyway; it's no big deal!"
“Is everything arranged?” Seeing Song Rushi nod, Jiang Yizhou smiled happily. “Then let’s go. Xiaolong, I’ll have to trouble you again. Why don’t you just go home for a visit?”
After getting into the back seat of the car with Song Rushi, Jiang Yizhou was somewhat concerned about this good partner who was so focused on his work and eager to create a great product. Although Zhang Xiaolong had made mistakes, he would quickly reflect and correct them, especially when Jiang Yizhou granted him considerable autonomy.
Due to being absorbed in his work, he hadn’t returned home in a long time.
“No, I want to finish the new anti-spam section first. After you all come back, I’ll take a break and go home!” Zhang Xiaolong gently shook his head.
After communicating with Larry Page and Sergey Brin's group of search engine researchers, he had new ideas and rewrote the anti-spam section; now he was busy with that.
Looking at the two people behind him, if he didn’t know that Jiang Yizhou had a girlfriend back home, he might have thought they were a couple due to their high level of tacit understanding.
Maybe he was overthinking it! Zhang Xiaolong shook off the strange thoughts in his mind.
Every flight was a difficult decision for Jiang Yizhou; it was a torturous journey. This time, he bought noise-canceling headphones that claimed to block out most external noise, spending several hundred dollars, along with a D-Alkan for listening to music. There was no choice; the world’s first P player wouldn’t be released until next year.
Once the plane took off and the flight attendants finished their announcements, Jiang Yizhou started listening to music…
The song was by Teresa Teng. Before the nineties, she was the singer who left a deep impression on Jiang Yizhou; his mother loved her songs the most. Because of his mother, he also quite liked her music.
It was truly unfortunate that she had passed away two years ago; otherwise, perhaps it wouldn’t be too strange for a reborn person to save something? Well, Jiang Yizhou didn’t have much impression of that singer; he just got used to listening to his mother play her songs and hum them.
“Ding ding…”
Feeling someone tapping on his headphones, Jiang Yizhou closed his eyes and listened to music. He glanced to the side and saw Song Rushi.
"Did this work this time?" Song Rushi asked about his feelings.
"Yeah, it's a bit better now, similar to when I was on the train. It's a little uncomfortable, but not enough to make me dizzy!" Jiang Yizhou no longer had the thought of buying a private jet; why spend so much money on something that could be solved with just a pair of headphones? He could wait until he needed to fly all over the world.
"Don't push yourself too hard. Once we get to Hong Kong, it will be late at night. You need to rest well!" Song Rushi said softly.
"What do you mean late at night? Isn't it still the 30th..." Jiang Yizhou suddenly remembered the time difference and realized it was indeed rushed. He then looked at Song Rushi with a hint of complaint, "As such, why didn't you remind me earlier?"
Song Rushi covered her mouth and laughed, "Isn't this common sense? You think you're traveling domestically in the East Eight Time Zone! I thought you were feeling energetic and didn't need to worry anymore!"
Jiang Yizhou noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes, put on his headphones, adjusted the volume, and gradually fell asleep to the soft sounds.
When he was called awake again, Jiang Yizhou followed Song Rushi's finger to look outside. They had arrived in Hong Kong, and the portable music player in his hand had already been turned off by Song Rushi.
It was already evening. Jiang Yizhou looked at the city lights in the deepening night and felt a surge of excitement. This was a great moment; no matter what Hong Kong would become in the future, he was quite thrilled at this very moment.
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