Chapter 294: The Way Back

Cheng Ming and Jing had an authentic English morning tea for breakfast, with bean jam, toast, sausage, and the soulful black tea that came with this meal.

Jing added a lot of sugar and milk, and Cheng Ming drank plain tea.

Although delicious is delicious, but Cheng Ming is still not accustomed to eating this kind of breakfast, in the outside so many too days, Cheng Ming can not help but miss the breakfast of mom and aunt Lian.

I get homesick when I’m away, and at home I get nagged by my parents to get out of the house.

But Cheng Ming doesn’t live under the same roof as his parents, so the latter issue is okay.

Otherwise, living with your parents at thirty is all kinds of physically and mentally uncomfortable.

And that’s thanks to the magic of Mom and Dad’s operation, I guess.

Mom has a very heavy attachment to the first house the two of them struggled half their lives to buy, so she is dead set on not moving to the new home.

Add to that the fact that the old mom was an elderly woman who needed care herself, and there was also a need to give Aunt Lian and Xu Juan a reason to stay in the house with peace of mind.

Since both siblings, Cheng Ming and Cheng Li, are grown up and it’s also the summer after the promotion exams, there’s no better time to get divorced.

But I didn’t realize Mom was pregnant again.

Dad now for the sake of mom and the child in the stomach, in the home of the cigarette are smoking less, before but will not avoid so much, directly on the point.

After breakfast, Cheng Ming and Lin Jingyi headed to the mall to buy some accompanying gifts to go back.

Cheng Ming first fell in love with a ps2, which was anything but expensive, up to three thousand dollars.

Even though Cheng Ming had just taken a large share of the extras from Senior Brother Wen, he felt that the price was too expensive.

Many classic games were patched in later on the emulator.

The Sega Saturn’s short lifespan due to going astray in its development and design, thinking that 2D graphics were the mainstream, and the conflict between arcades and home consoles within the company, led to a short life span and is now off the market.

But in an environment where the country is still a small bully, Saturn has an unrivaled appeal.

Not to mention there’s King of Fighters on Saturn, and the port is optimized quite well.

Holding Saturn, Cheng Ming smiled like a pure child.

“It’s exactly the same expression you had when you were a kid when you used your year-end money to sneak off to buy Little Busters.” Lin Jingyi poked Cheng Ming’s cheek and laughed lightly, she was also infected by Cheng Ming’s smile.

“It’s a birthday present for Zeee, isn’t it?”

“Yes, and for myself too, what’s hers is mine.”

Giving her is the same as giving her your own, and buying all the games for two.

“She’s yours too?” Lin Jingyi pursued, rolling her eyes.

“Ahem, I mean she can’t have consoles in her house, they’ll be confiscated and disposed of by her mom, and they’ll end up in my house anyway.”

“Consider it done.”

The two still went to the Jing’an Temple to ask for a sign and buy an amulet.

Before the temple after the tower, the Buddha bell mellifluous, Buddha incense, a thousand years of ancient temples with towering white rock facade, standing up its solemnity and composure.

Next door, in front of Jing’an Park, there are also great street performers.

In the Magic City, tired of seeing high-rise summer and traffic, choked by car exhaust nausea, rare to see a park, can not help but want to go in for some air.

Pavilions and pavilions, waves and lakes. Unfortunately, it was winter, so you couldn’t see the greenery, and many of the trees were brushed with whitewash to protect them from the cold.

Walking in along the main road, tired of resting on the roadside seats, through the rocky caves of the wigwams, dinner at a lakeside restaurant, and a slow trip back to the hotel for a shower and a rest.

While Jing was awake, she called Chen Ziyi.

Cheng Ming did not open the mouth, the receiver was Jing Jing snatched over, the more the two talked more and more on the head, talking about the things around them, the magic of the sights and sounds, Cheng Ming wanted to interject, it was Jing Jing covered his mouth and pushed to the side to go.

“Don’t eavesdrop on girl talk.”

Is he eavesdropping? It’s clearly open and shut.

Cheng Ming waited for more than ten minutes, lying on the bed, almost falling asleep.

Suddenly awakening, he sat up from the bed, saw Silence back in bed, and froze, asking, “That’s a hang-up?”

“Well, is there anything else you want to say to Ziyi? If it’s good night, I’ve already said it for you, ZiYi’s roommate got out of the shower, she’s going to take a shower now, you can’t get her on the phone even if you wanted to.”

It’s all communicated directly, so how can he, the middleman, make a difference.

The train back was early in the morning, Cheng Ming was woken up by Jing Jing and rushed to the train station early.

Already you can faintly feel the Spring Festival, the biggest migration event in human history.

The waiting hall was full of people, Cheng Ming and Jing Jing had no place to sit, so they spread two newspapers on the floor.

The train is also more smelly and crowded, all the way back to the provincial city, bumpy, get off the car is already more than ten o’clock at night, just like the other world.

Back to the hotel next to Xijiang First Middle School has been eleven o’clock, after sitting on the train for so long, back pain, the body is not like their own.

Chen Ziyi’s three-day summer camp had ended. But she should still be living in the school dormitory, right? I don’t know if it’s a good idea to call her at this hour, will it disturb people’s dreams.

When Cheng Ming took out his ID card at the front desk to register, the receptionist took out a key and said, “Is Mr. Cheng Ming? Ms. Chen Ziyi has already booked a room for you, here is your key.”

It was the same one they had stayed in when they had arrived a few days before.

Chen ZiYi just sat on the bed, flipping through the novel, rubbing her eyes, and yawning widely, “You guys finally came back ah, I thought you guys were taking tonight’s train and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Really warm up the bed for us, our feet are cold.”

“Who warmed the bed for you guys, it’s the uncomfortable living in the school dormitory, I don’t want to live with Zhou Li for a day.”

A girl’s hair is slow to dry and slow to wash, so it was up to Jing to go to the shower first.

Cheng Ming directly flopped onto the bed and was pushed off the bed by Chen Zi Yi with a disgusted look on her face.

“You stink to high heaven, don’t get the bed dirty, how will you sleep tonight, give me back the next book, I’m bored enough to start reading it for the second time, I’m stuck in a place where I can’t get on and off, it’s killing me.”

“Wasn’t it you who slipped the next book into my book bag? It was self-inflicted.”

“It’s not because I’m afraid you’ll be bored, it looks like you’ve never traveled before, you don’t even have anything to pass the time on the road.”

“Thank you, or I don’t know how I would have gotten through the ten hours on the train.”

What can I say, it’s still inertia, I guess, no smartphones.

“There’s no sincerity at all.”

“Then let me show some sincerity.”

Cheng Ming opened his arms, looked back at the bathroom, and quietly did not throw the soap.

“You wash your body first before you give me the book.” Chen Ziyi swung the book in her hand and knocked Cheng Ming’s head.

Cheng Ming and Chen Ziyi swapped novels.

Cheng Ming, who couldn’t get into bed, could only sit on the floor and lean against the bed.

Cheng Ming’s heart itching to read the novel, he now wants to take Saturn out, frighten Chen Ziyi a jump, pick up on the hotel TV to play the King of Fighters together.

No, it has to be held back.

“I heard from Jing Jing that you played a game with that internet girlfriend of yours? And you lost? How useless.”

“She’s just my internet friend, don’t tarnish someone’s innocence.”

“It’s just friends now, it’s hard to tell later, but she’s so strong.”

“Yeah, and she’s such a contrast between the internet and reality, I don’t know if she’s using the internet as another world or a tree-hole to vent her emotions, unlike someone who’s superficial and doesn’t move.”

“Who the hell is it?”

The back of Cheng Ming’s neck was pinched by Chen Ziyi’s right hand, and his left hand rubbed his cheeks and chin, as if a hunter was teasing his prey.

Quietly pushing open the bathroom door, Chen Ziyi retracted her hands at light speed and picked up the novel with her hands in a frenzy.

Hold it backwards.

Lin Jingyi rubbed her hair and tilted her head, asking, “Why are you looking at me? Go on ah? I also want to see how you guys usually get along and learn.”