togophonebook Chapter 327 Taking a Detour
Chapter 327 Taking a Detour
And this moment.
At the gate of the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai
A black family sedan humbly pulled over to the side amidst a sea of shared bicycles and private cars.
The car door opened, and Zhang Cheng stepped out, looking completely distracted.
He looked like a refugee who had just fled back from Africa; his once meticulously styled slicked-back hair was now half-collapsed.
His elite suit was so wrinkled from sitting in the car for so long that it looked like a pickled vegetable dumpling.
He looked up at the red flag fluttering at the school gate, his eyes welled up with tears, and he almost knelt down on the spot to kiss the cement ground beneath his feet.
"We're here...we've finally arrived..."
Zhang Cheng's voice trembled slightly, as if he had survived a disaster.
Old Zhang, walking behind, looked at his son's ashen face and felt incredibly happy, even more so than when he got married.
"Ahem, Chengcheng, look at that long face."
Old Zhang suppressed the urge to burst out of his mouth, put on an extremely serious expression with a "loving father's heart," and earnestly complained:
"It's just a traffic jam, isn't it?"
"You know how bad the traffic is in Shanghai!"
"You're a little late, is it really necessary to be in such a panic?"
"Young man, stay focused! You need to be mindful of your composure!"
Zhang Cheng turned to look at his father.
Looking at Old Zhang's honest old face, which was full of "I care about you very much".
Zhang Cheng felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, causing a sharp pain in his head.
Is this something like "being a little late"?!
This is more than just a traffic jam!
This is practically a "one-day trip to Shanghai" plus an "extreme survival challenge on an elevated highway"!
Let's rewind two hours.
This morning, Zhang Cheng was in high spirits before leaving home, ready to drive his parents to school in ten minutes to surprise his beloved little sister, Bai Zhi.
As a result, Lao Zhang insisted on making a "ceremony," saying that his son had just returned from a business trip and had worked hard, so he insisted on personally driving the whole family off.
Zhang Cheng didn't think much of it at the time, and even thought his father was quite considerate.
But the result?
As soon as Lao Zhang sat in the driver's seat, it was as if he had activated some kind of "directionally challenged awakening" mode.
"Dad, turn left onto the elevated road ahead and you'll arrive."
Zhang Cheng gave directions.
"No, it's congested over there."
"I've been a veteran of Shanghai for decades. Listen to me, take the back roads, take the shortcuts!"
Old Zhang confidently steered the wheel.
As a result, this copying went all the way to the outer ring road.
Zhang Cheng stared blankly at the increasingly unfamiliar scenery outside the window.
"Dad, we're almost in Songjiang, but our school is in Xuhui!"
"Don't rush! This is called a strategic detour!"
Without batting an eye, Old Zhang casually turned off the navigation system that was beeping incessantly, claiming it was "too noisy to be reassuring."
So, for the next two hours or so...
Zhang Cheng watched helplessly as his father dragged them to play "Snake" on the elevated highway in Shanghai.
From Pudong to Puxi, stroll from Nanpu Bridge to Yangpu Bridge.
For a fleeting moment, Zhang Cheng even thought that if they drove a little longer, they could drive straight back to the construction site in Thailand!
Whenever Zhang Cheng was so anxious he wanted to jump out of the car, Old Zhang would leisurely pull out a nitroglycerin pill from his pocket and sigh softly:
"Oh dear, my heart is beating so fast, Chengcheng, don't rush me. If you do, my hands start shaking, and the accelerator just won't obey me..."
Zhang Cheng: "......."
Old Zhang's wife sat in the back, watching a replay of "The Voice of China" while adding fuel to the fire:
"Chengcheng, listen to your dad, what's the rush?"
"Anyway, Jiang Baizhi is there and can't run away."
"Listen to this song, it's so good!"
Zhang Cheng looked at the goddess Bai Zhi on the screen, whose connection was intermittent due to poor signal, and then looked out the window at the endless line of cars.
that moment.
He even thought that his beloved goddess might have already gotten married to someone else, while he was still wandering around the maze on the overpass.
Fortunately.
He's finally here!
"Old Zhang, that's not very fair of you."
Old Zhang's wife got out of the car and quietly teased him.
"Your driving skills have deteriorated quite rapidly."
"You turned down that road three times just now. I think the cleaning lady on the side of the road looked at us like we were mentally challenged."
Old Zhang chuckled and wiped his face, pretending he hadn't heard.
He glanced at his watch discreetly.
11:15.
"Hehe, at this hour, the school's charity sale stalls have probably already closed up, right?"
Old Zhang thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.
Jiang Bai, Jiang Bai, I, an old man, endured the curses of all the drivers in Shanghai for three hours on the elevated highway just to help you block this unfilial son!
You'll have to remember this favor for the rest of your life!
The three of them walked into the school.
At this moment, the hustle and bustle on the campus of the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai had reached its peak and was now lingering.
Zhang Cheng rushed towards the charity sale stall like a madman.
Along the way, he heard countless heartbreaking sounds:
"Holy crap, I'll never forget that 'brother' from Goddess Bai Zhi just now!"
"Blind boxes? Forget about it! They were sold out by 10:30!"
"I heard someone won a signed photo with a heart on it, and someone has already offered 100,000 yuan to buy it back!"
Zhang Cheng stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face on the marble steps.
"Gone? Sold out?!"
Zhang Cheng let out a mournful howl, like a lone wolf that had lost its territory.
He turned his head and stared intently at Old Zhang, who was slowly following behind.
"Dad... I just have one question: were those three 'glorious U-turns' you made on the elevated highway just now really not intentional?"
Old Zhang calmly patted his chest, his face neither flushed nor out of breath, and raised the "First Aid Guide for Heart Disease" in his hand, his eyes filled with a holy light:
"Chengcheng, how can you talk to your elders like that?"
This is called "What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force."
"That's fate, you understand?"