Chapter 71

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After crossing the Yangtze River Bridge, they entered the city. The sounds of people, cars, and music came rushing at them.

Feng Yiping greedily looked out the car window at the hurried passersby, the crowded bicycle traffic, the cars passing one after another, the congested intersections, the beeping traffic lights, the brightly lit high-rise buildings, and the well-lit stores. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the familiar and modern scent. It was not easy, but he finally saw the long-missed big city again!

The first impression was that the provincial capital at this time was like a large rural area under construction.

Looking around, there were not many high-rise buildings, and one could see far away without any obstructions. In the distance, under the setting sun, there were old houses with a grayish-yellow hue, interspersed with many green trees.

However, this large rural area was brimming with vitality and a vibrant, upward spirit. Especially along the river, construction sites and cranes lined up one after another on what used to be villages and farmland.

The bus stopped at a red light at an intersection. On Feng Yiping's side, an old neighborhood was being demolished, with a green net fence on the road side, and inside were the ruins of the demolition.

Such scenes were very common on the way to the station.

After all, it was the provincial capital, and the traffic could be described as a "flow of vehicles." Bicycles aside, motorcycles could still proudly speed on the main roads. The cars on the road had more defined edges, unlike the later streamlined designs.

The "old three" cars, which were later collectively referred to, were quite common on the road, but they were not old at all, still in their prime. Other cars were mostly imported brands. Feng Yiping glanced at them and saw European brands like Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi, American brands like Lincoln, Cadillac, and Chevrolet, and Japanese brands like Toyota, Honda, and Nissan, all present.

Although Feng Yiping was a car enthusiast, he recognized very few of the current models. The Mercedes-Benz that just passed, with its tiger-like head, was an S600, but he didn't know which generation. The red BMW with its four large round headlights was very striking, but the kidney grille in the middle was so small that even two together were not as big as one from later models. What series was it? The black-plate car, about six meters long, was a white Cadillac, but he didn't know the model. As for the blue Chevrolet minivan with its bullet-shaped design, he couldn't name it either.

On both sides of the road, shops lined up one after another, many with large glass walls. The shop signs were no longer all printed in the same font; many had been replaced with various light boxes.

The road in front of the long-distance bus station was very lively.

People crowded on both sides, and large buses passed one after another, stopping frequently. On both sides of the road were restaurants and hotels, all doing brisk business, with many people coming and going.

In the nearby store, Zhou Huajian was singing "Flower Heart" lightly, in the next store, Zhang Xueyou was singing "Kiss Goodbye" with deep emotion, in another store, Li Chunbo was playing the guitar and singing "Xiao Fang" with its long braid, and in yet another store, Yang Yuying was singing "Let Me Gently Tell You" softly.

These songs, which were hard to hear later, were now very popular.

Feng Yiping was absorbed in all this and didn't notice that Mei Qiuping's face was getting worse as the bus stopped and started frequently.

After entering the station and changing buses several times, the bus finally stopped at the designated spot. When the door opened, Mei Qiuping couldn't hold it any longer. She didn't care about her son or the luggage, covered her mouth, and ran out the back door to vomit into a trash can.

Feng Yiping looked at her pale face and the nearby mother and child, who were covering their noses and walking by with a look of disgust, and felt a bit sad.

Mei Qiuping, however, wasn't so sentimental. She stood by the trash can for a while, waited until she felt better, wiped her mouth, and ran back to the bus. She picked up two snake-skin bags and told Feng Yiping to carry a large and a small bag, saying happily, "Let's go to our place!"

Mother and son, with their large and small bags, squeezed out of the station, crossed the pedestrian crosswalk in front of the station, and walked forward for a while, stopping behind the bus stop.

The rush hour had passed, and there weren't many people on the bus.

Mei Qiuping found a clean spot on the ground, put down the two bags, and took the two bags from Feng Yiping, placing them on top. "Are you hungry? Bear with it a little longer, we're almost there."

After waiting for a while, Mei Qiuping took him on a blue and white electric bus. The two pantographs on the top of the bus looked like two braids.

There weren't many people on the bus. "Move to the back!" the driver said when he saw them get on.

Mei Qiuping led him carefully through the middle aisle to the last row and put the bags on the ground.

A middle-aged woman with a military green bag came to collect the fare. She kicked the bags on the ground with her foot. "You have so much luggage, you need to pay for an extra ticket, you know!"

Mei Qiuping, who had probably tried to bargain before, knew it was useless now. She took out money from her pocket and bought three tickets.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and said to Feng Yiping, "We have to take eight stops, then change to another bus and take seven more stops. Your father must have the meal ready by now."

"It's okay, Mom, I'm not hungry," Feng Yiping opened the can and gave his mother some water.

After three stops, the bus suddenly stopped not far from the station. The ticket collector skillfully took out a broom from under the small table and, while walking, scolded, "Those guys at the second repair factory, eating people's food but not doing people's work. They've repaired it so many times, but it's still not fixed. I'll definitely complain today and make sure they lose a month's bonus. They don't know what it means to be serious!"

She walked to the pantograph, opened the window next to it, leaned out, and poked it with the broom. Feng Yiping saw sparks fly, and then with a sound, the bus slowly started moving.

Ha, she must have done this many times.

After getting off this electric bus and boarding another bus, they finally arrived at the station near their rental house around 8:30 PM. Mei Qiuping, full of energy, put the two bags on her shoulders and said to Feng Yiping, "That alley up ahead is it, we're almost there."

As soon as they entered the alley, the strong sense of daily life hit them, with children playing and adults chatting. A woman was just coming out to pour the dishwater. Seeing Mei Qiuping, she greeted her warmly, "Oh, Sister Mei, you're back. Is this your son? He's grown so much!"

Mei Qiuping, struggling to turn her head from under the bags, replied, "Yes, he's in junior high school now. Have you just finished eating?"

"Uh-huh," the woman called out at the door, "Old Feng, your wife and son are here, come out and greet them quickly!"

Feng Yiping saw through this woman. She was very enthusiastic, but it was all fake. If she had the time to call out, she could have helped carry a bag.

Not far ahead, Feng Zhenchang, wearing a white undershirt, ran out of the house, "You're back?"

He took the bags from Mei Qiuping's shoulder and then saw Feng Yiping behind her. Even though Feng Zhenchang usually had a cold and stern face, he smiled happily at the sight of his son, whom he hadn't seen for half a year, "Yiping is here too?"

Mei Qiuping took the two bags from Feng Yiping, "Let's go back to the house first, we're both tired and hungry!" (A great event where cool phones and other prizes await you! Follow the Qidian Chinese website's official WeChat account (add a friend on WeChat - add an official account - enter qdread) and participate immediately! Everyone wins, so follow the qdread WeChat account right now!)