The New Year is drawing near, and the streets are getting busier every day. Red lanterns are hung outside shops to welco custors.
If you walk around the streets, you will see that many shops have put up discount promotional posters outside, and so small shops have a loudspeaker hanging in front of them. You can't help but hear all kinds of 'tearing-your-eyes-out sales' and 'jumping-off-a-building sales'.
These days, so people who are on holiday are very idle, hanging out in shopping malls and buying New Year's goods.
But there are also many people who are busier than usual, putting aside their usual airs in front of their subordinates, and are busy burning incense and paying tribute to leaders from all walks of life. Therefore, it was not until the morning of the 25th day of the lunar calendar that Ma Jiwai notified i Yiliang to go to his house to et his father.
i Yiliang went with Chen Xuefeng, left his business card, and was accompanied by Ma Jiwai. He was fortunate enough to speak to the branch manager for less than five minutes. This was already rare, and many people knocked on the door and ca and went during that period of ti.
At their first eting, he was able to accept the gift, and after exchanging business cards, they got on very well. Don't expect to hear anything definite.
Feng Zhenchang and i Qiuping were also very busy. It was rare for the two of them to be together, and with Feng Yiping as their little tail, they went to each store to take stock, clean up, pay wages and bonuses to each employee, and then close the store.
There were six stores, and they were busy from early morning until late at night.
On the morning of the 26th day of the lunar calendar, the two cars set off together from the province, and happily set off on the road ho.
Each car was packed with ten people, plus luggage, and was seriously overloaded. Feng Yiping did not sit in the car with his parents. He sat in the passenger seat of his brother-in-law's car, with his second uncle, Zhang Zuodong, and several people from the renovation team sitting behind them.
Feng Yiping was quiet the whole way. The people in the car were all happily talking about the New Year, while he just quietly looked out the window, thinking that the closer he got to Zhang Yan, the more excited and nervous he beca.
At the thought of seeing Zhang Yan in the afternoon, Feng Yiping felt a little panicky, as if he were facing an important exam.
He had so concerns. This eting was several years in advance, would it have any bad influence?
At noon, they stopped at a gas station outside the city to refuel, and the two cars parted ways. Once they entered the county border, even soone like Zhang Zuodong exclaid, 'Haha, almost ho!'
Everyone looked greedily out of the window at the familiar scenery, and the conversation beca even more animated. As they waited in the county town to drop off a few people and then headed towards Zhang Zuodong's house, Feng Yiping quietly took a deep breath. If he didn't, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to say a word.
The car had been on this road that Feng Yiping knew very well for more than ten minutes, and it was almost ti to reach the fork in the road. From afar, he could see a girl waiting there.
Closer, finally closer.
Zhang Yan was wearing a sky-blue down jacket, a red woolly hat, cotton shoes, and a pair of gloves hanging from her chest. Her face was red from the cold wind as she looked at the cars coming and going on the road.
She was not exactly beautiful, and now that she was a bit chubby, she could at most be described as cute.
Although she was much less naive than when they first t, she still looked vaguely the sa.
'Oh, my daughter,' Zhang Zuodong said to the two i brothers in the car. He opened the car window and waved happily in their direction, 'Xiao Yan!'
Zhang Yan, who was standing on the roadside stamping her feet, released her hand covering her mouth and ran over with a smile on her face. Zhang Hong, who was playing with a small dog in a field nearby, also ran over when he heard the news.
Feng Yiping felt his heart pounding loudly, so loudly that he had to reach up and hold it. However, he still felt a little short of breath.
i Yiliang saw that Feng Yiping's face had turned pale, 'What's wrong? You're not feeling sick, are you?'
'No, I just feel a little uncomfortable.'
The car pulled over and stopped. Zhang Zuodong was the first to jump out of the car, and he ran over to hug his son, "Did you miss ?'
Zhang Hong hugged Zhang Zuodong's neck and said loudly, "I missed you a lot, sister missed you a lot, and mom missed you a lot too!'
'Haha,' his apprentice who got off the car next laughed heartily.
'Get down, you're so big now!' Zhang Yan said to his brother as he stood nearby.
'Xiao Yan, how long have you been waiting here?' Zhang Zuodong put Zhang Hong down and went to the boot to get the bags.
'We've been waiting here since lunchti.' So that was two or three hours.
The second and third uncles also got out to help with the luggage. Looking at Zhang Yan, who was so close, Feng Yiping tried several tis to open the car door, but each ti he drew back his hand.
He was both nervous and hesitant.
At the beginning of the next century, he and Zhang Yan t for the first ti on a train heading south, but it was love at first sight. Would it be bad to et so suddenly now?
On the sixth day of the Chinese New Year that year, Feng Yiping and Xiao Zhijie took the train from the province to go to work at their company in the south. Three girls ca towards them, one of whom was Zhang Yan.
At that ti, Zhang Yan was taller and slimr than she is now, with a more mature look in her eyes and brows.
She was still dressed like the girl next door. Although it was the first ti they t and Feng Yiping didn't even know her na, he felt an instant sense of familiarity.
No, it wasn't just a sense of familiarity, it was as if they had been together for many years, as if they were related by blood. No, that's not accurate either.
But at that ti, Feng Yiping, who had never been in a serious relationship and knew nothing about love, knew only that this was the girl he had been waiting for, the other half that heaven had arranged for him, the other heart he had been searching for.
Apart from Zhang Yan, everything around him, people and things, seed to be covered in a milky white film, all becoming a background, and the whole world beca soft and soothing.
All I could hear was the train's public address system, with its announcent of the song 'Life's scenery is passing by, whenever I'm lonely and I look back, your love is always waiting for not far away...'
Feng Yiping couldn't help but think of a line from Eileen Chang's essay that he had borrowed from the company library a few years ago: 'Among millions of people, you et the one you are ant to et. Among millions of years, in the boundless wilderness of ti, not a mont too soon, not a mont too late, you just happen to catch up.'
But he didn't have the nerve to follow it up with a soft 'Oh, are you here too?'
Girls are always sensitive to other people's gazes, and Zhang Yan lowered his head, blushing and not knowing what to say to the two girls with him, laughing from ti to ti.
Feng Yiping racked his brains trying to think of how to strike up a conversation, but soon he had no ti to think about it. That year was just when the generators he was in charge of were selling well, and the year after that was the peak season. Soon after the car started moving, custors kept calling in to place orders.
During the Spring Festival travel rush, the trains heading south are always packed with people. The hard seats in the train carriages are so full of people that they form a three-dinsional structure.
The lowest people sit on the floor of the carriage, then on the seats, and the tallest sit on the back of the seats.
Of course, there was also one sitting on the backrest of the seat in the outermost row. That person was a heavy smoker who didn't pay attention when flicking the ashes. Most of them fell on Feng Yiping's jacket. Feng Yiping was busy answering the phone and writing down the model and quantity of goods that the custor wanted, so he didn't notice. Zhang Yan, who was sitting opposite him, saw it and took the initiative to say to him, 'Hey, be careful of the ashes on you.'
She took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and the mood imdiately ward up. There were two n and three won, and everyone exchanged information about their schools and places of work, and then talked about so interesting things that had happened to them.
As the destination drew nearer, although Feng Yiping was still smiling and chatting with Zhang Yan and the others, he beca increasingly anxious. How was he going to ask her for her na and phone number?
Finally, half an hour before the train arrived at the station, Feng Yiping mustered up the courage and ca up with a way to ask a strange girl for her phone number for the first ti, and also the last ti in his life.
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