Chapter 2245 - 721: Gone with the Wind to the North_6

All were carefully blanched with boiling water and dried.

While instructing her on the secrets of marinating and roasting meats, her mother rambled on, telling her that boys all love meat, and if there’s ever a chance, she should make it often for Tang Song.

She blushed, listening silently, learning earnestly, without rebutting.

...

After packing for tomorrow’s trip and finishing dinner,

she sat with her mother for a while watching life dramas on TV, as time quietly passed eight in the evening.

"Thump-thump—thump-thump—"

Zhang Yan’s heart felt like there was a little rabbit hopping inside, unable to calm down.

She told her mother, picked up the trash bag from home, and went downstairs.

In early winter, Yang City had a slight chill at night.

The streetlights in the community cast a dim yellow glow, stretching the shadows of the osmanthus trees along the path.

She didn’t return home directly but instead walked slowly, round and round, along the winding paths of the community alone.

She pressed her lips tightly. Her cheeks alternately blushed hotly at the thought of the impending meeting and paled slightly from inner inferiority and uncertainty.

After a long time, the evening breeze scattered the heat on her face.

She exhaled a long breath and turned back to the rented apartment.

No longer did she watch TV with her mother.

Instead, she went to the old desk in the living room.

Took out a stack of elegant stationery and the pen she used most often from the drawer.

Under the dim glow of the desk lamp, she unscrewed the pen cap, and the nib scratched against the paper.

She wrote her expectations for tomorrow, her longing for Tang Song, and her reminisces about Yan City.

She also expected the snow in Yan City, the clear fragrance of snow that could only be smelled in the air of severe winter.

Having stayed in the humid heat of Yang City for so long, her tongue stubbornly missed the coarse wheat aroma of northern biscuits.

And tomorrow, she would embark on her journey.

This was not a departure away from home but felt more like a return trip.

Finished writing this prose.

Zhang Yan carefully folded the stationery and tucked it into the depths of her diary in the drawer, with no intention of sending it to Tang Song.

This was her habit.

Besides on QQ, she had actually written many letters but never sent any of them.

She didn’t even dare to boldly tell Tang Song on WhatsApp "I miss you," "I like you."

She didn’t even dare to ask him if he knew what time her flight was tomorrow or if he would... come to meet her.

The night deepened little by little.

Zhang Yan finished washing up, cuddled with Orange, and lay on the bed.

She turned on her phone and opened Tang Song’s chat box.

She just felt that if she didn’t say something, she would definitely have insomnia tonight.

But she had to sleep early because she was flying tomorrow.

She opened the input box, hesitating with her fingers over the screen.

Typing, deleting, typing, and deleting again...

Finally, she left just the simplest and most anticipated sentence: [Will you pick me up tomorrow?]

She looked at the green "Send" button, filled with struggle and hesitation.

"Meow~"

Orange in her arms seemed to feel uncomfortable, and moved discontentedly, stretching out its fluffy paw to tap on her phone screen.

"Whoosh—" The message was sent out directly.

"Ah!" Zhang Yan let out a low cry, her mind buzzing, and her face burning hot.

Just then.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" WhatsApp replied instantly.

[Tang Song: "Of course. I’ll be waiting for you at Yan City International Airport Terminal 3, at 11:10 a.m. tomorrow morning."]

[Tang Song: [A kiss and hug emoji pack]]

Looking at the message and emoji pack he sent.

Zhang Yan’s cheeks were so red they almost dripped blood.

She frantically searched through the emojis for a long time and replied with a [cute cat nodding obediently] emoji pack.

Then, with a "bang," she flipped the phone onto the bed and buried herself into Orange’s fur.

"It’s all your fault! Silly Orange..."

Orange let out a grievance "meow," twisting its chubby body, trying to escape, but was held tighter by its owner.

Zhang Yan pulled the thin blanket over, hiding herself and her burning heart in the soft darkness.

She closed her eyes but couldn’t fall asleep.

Outside the window, it was the gentle and affectionate night scene of the Southern Country.

But her heart drifted towards the North.

She seemed... to already hear the "swoosh" of snowflakes landing.