The driver suddenly felt a chill all over his body, eyes wide open, losing control of the steering wheel. The car swerved to the side and crashed into a big tree. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and the airbag happened to malfunction. He hit the front windshield directly with such force that he even shattered the glass.
Ye Hui looked at the guy bleeding and coughing blood, feeling no sympathy at all, and effortlessly floated out of the car.
Driving recklessly on the pedestrian walkway, who do you think you are?
Ye Hui stood on the street, not knowing where to go. The city looked familiar, with McDonald’s and department stores that seemed so recognizable. After thinking for a while, she remembered: N City, the city where she grew up. How could she have forgotten?
She floated and looked around. It was the city center, with China Post across the street and the Industrial and Commercial Bank behind her. Taking the 27 bus would take just ten minutes to get home, where her parents and successful older brother were. Her mother would always have a fragrant meal ready when she returned from work, waiting in the living room.
A light green bus marked with number 27 stopped at a station ten meters away, with waiting passengers boarding. Ye Hui lightly touched the ground and flew directly into the bus door.
The outside scenery kept passing by, both familiar and strange. How long had she been away? She tried hard to remember why she left this city, but her mind was foggy, and she couldn’t recall anything.
The bus stopped at Building 120, and before the door opened, she floated out through the door crack.
Checking building numbers one by one, she finally stopped in front of Building 117, standing at the entrance of Unit 2. A feeling of homesickness rose up. Looking up at Room 601, a pot of pink camellia was blooming on the balcony, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
Dad, Mom, Big Brother, I’m home!
Like a traveler returning after many years, her heart was surging with emotion, both nostalgic and bittersweet.
Ye Hui flew directly to the balcony, passing through the open window and gently landing on the beige floor. She surveyed the living room, which seemed different from her memories. The decor had more classical European elements. The Van Gogh-style sunflower oil painting was gone, replaced by an ornate antique shelf. The European sofa had been replaced with furniture resembling the Ming and Qing dynasties, and a delicate set of Jingdezhen tea set sat on the rosewood coffee table.
Ye Hui looked puzzled. Her parents had studied in France early on, and her brother had studied in the UK on a scholarship. The family had always been very Western, drinking coffee or homemade juice. When did they start drinking tea?
Next, the beginning of the blind date.
