Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 913 - 895. I can drive this road.

Chapter 913: 895. I can drive this road.

Song Sancheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

After a whole year of effort to get his driver’s license, the New Year is almost here, with more people in the village. It would be perfect to drive a new car around, then roll down the window nonchalantly when meeting someone from the village and pass them a cigarette:

"...Sigh, it’s just a vehicle for getting around, nothing special..."

He had already dreamt various versions of this dream!

Why, oh, why would it be next year to get a car? His daughter had already spent thirty thousand on clothes!

He pointed outside at the brand new asphalt road: "It’s five meters wide now! There aren’t that many cars in the village, so why isn’t it suitable for me to drive?"

The asphalt road was constructed so well! Since it was right at their doorstep, Song Sancheng watched it every single day! Just the leveling of the roadbed took other people half a month, let alone the time for the concrete to set and cure, then the asphalt base layer, spreading the asphalt, and the paving...

Look at this road! How well made! How smooth! Even if he now had to take a detour through the asphalt road to get to his vegetable greenhouse, Song Sancheng was only pleased!

But then to listen to what Song Tan had to say...

"I can drive on this road!" he emphasized, with a rare show of firmness.

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm..." Song Tan nodded perfunctorily, then called out loudly: "Mom! Mom! You and dad should take turns driving around the mountain top to give it a try!"

Wu Lan was just sorting out clothes — and not just a few pieces. She still had to try out the ones she liked and pick out a couple for her parents, right?

She replied, clearly impatient: "I’ve already got my driver’s license, and this road is much wider than the driving school’s. What’s there to practice..."

That was indeed true.

The driving school in their town didn’t even have a proper facility, just rough walls along the roadside enclosing wasteland, hastily leveled and paved over.

After all, there were only a few people in the town who learned to drive. The driving school owners didn’t treat it seriously, as there were proper large driving schools in the urban area.

In such an environment, Wu Lan adapted remarkably well, and now she was already taking Song Tan’s car keys and getting in the car.

It was a manual transmission car, after all. Since the driving school wasn’t given much attention, they also got the cars that were discarded from the urban area... naturally, they couldn’t be automatic transmissions.

Buckle the seatbelt, start the engine, and the car smoothly drives off... Before Song Sancheng could react, Wu Lan had already driven towards the back mountain.

He tightened his face: "How could you be so bold just getting into the car? You need to be more cautious..."

Song Tan thought to herself, in the big courtyard at their doorstep, it would be fine to take the car for a few spins. Navigating around the bamboo forest, which was made smaller due to road construction, leads to the smooth, unobstructed asphalt road. How much more careful did one need to be?

Hmm... Seeing it this way, it does seem feasible to buy a car for her mother first!

But then looking at Song Sancheng beside her... she decided not to mention it for now.

It didn’t take long after going behind the back mountain to reach a series of larger mountains. Follow the unfinished paths, and you’d arrive at another village. Therefore, Wu Lan drove a round and soon came back.

When it was Song Sancheng’s turn, he took the keys, got into the car, buckled the seatbelt, and still had to mutter to himself:

"Shift gears..."

Song Tan thought to herself, you really are my dear father! Dreaming of a new car with such driving skills! Better practice with this old one first!

Song Sancheng swore he wasn’t usually this nervous. It was just that the whole family was watching now, so he couldn’t help but be a bit stiff...

Before the car could even start, they heard the sound of another car outside getting closer and closer until it finally stopped right at their doorstep!

Song Tan went over to see: "Professor Song?!"

Isn’t that Professor Song! Not just him, from the taxi there also stepped out a young-looking old lady with silver hair but fair and radiant skin?!

"Professor Song, you’ve brought your family along!" Song Tan was extremely delighted—once the family comes, with the tug of the New Year’s pork leg and a clasp of the rice bowl, who could possibly leave then!

Ah no, I’ll have to fire up a small stove on the mountain later, just to cook special home delicacies especially for Professor Song!

Professor Song was also chuckling happily: "Yes, I have no classes at school and no pressing research projects, so I took the opportunity to bring my better half here for a holiday... We were about to send you a message after getting off the high-speed train, but then we heard that the asphalt road here had been fixed, so we simply decided to charter a car and come over!"

He continued with the introductions: "This is my wife, Tang Shuang. You can just call her Grandma Tang—she used to be a professor at Normal University, now retired and not rehired... Tantan, should you need any help, just call your Grandma Tang, and just ensure she has meals."

Grandma Tang...

Everyone shifted their gaze onto Grandma Tang—the little old lady’s face was smooth and fair, with shallow wrinkles. Standing there in her track suit, though petite, she carried a dignified carriage and seemed cultured... Frankly speaking, she only looked about five or six years older than Wu Lan whose skin was no longer that dark!

And this is after Wu Lan had been taken good care of for the past half year!

But no matter how young she appears, her age is there, so Song Tan quickly waved over: "Come, Qiaoqiao, quickly help Grandma Tang with the luggage!"

At the same time, she said to Professor Song: "You speak too politely, do you still need to worry about food when you visit our home? Just now, the mountain dormitory is ready. After we eat, let’s go up there and see if the house needs any more decorations, I’ll go buy them!"

At this remark, Professor Song chuckled too: "Oh my, my treatment has improved with Grandma Tang’s arrival, eh! No more sleeping on a bare plank bed?"

What a thing to say!

Song Tan did not appreciate that: "That’s a slander! We have mattress pads; it’s you who insisted on sleeping on a firm plank..."

Professor Song laughed heartily: "That’s more like it. What’s all this ’you’ and ’your’... it feels awkward... Come, come, quickly brew me some good tea, I’ve been sitting in a car for hours and am quite tired."

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao took the luggage out from the trunk, curiously observing Grandma Tang.

His gaze pure, he scrutinized openly like a curious child. Grandma Tang had heard plenty about him from Professor Song—

This Old Song! Ever since he went back, he’s been constantly reminiscing about Yunqiao Village and Lao Song’s family; thinking of it when eating, sleeping, even when sipping tea...

Of course, thought Grandma Tang: that tea, those snacks, the Baijiu, and those long-finished little dried fish, winter melon candy, dried pumpkin...

Ahem, she hadn’t even arrived and she too was quite expectant.

Just recently, the heating in Imperial City had started, and even with the humidifier on, the house was still somewhat dry. She wanted to go out for a walk, but it was cold outside.

She’s getting on in years, and after a few consecutive days, she felt a bit under the weather, and Professor Song was obsessively craving for the pork dish...

Well!

Anyhow, at such an old age, with no children to take care of, why not just pack the suitcase and off we go!

Now, Grandma Tang watched Qiaoqiao with a smile:

"You must be Song Qiao, right? Old Song said you’re extraordinarily smart, sensible, and love learning... I’ve brought Go set and watercolor paints... Would you like to learn to play Go and paint with me?"

Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened!

Playing Go! Painting?! For a kid who knew only about Ultraman, this was too sophisticated and too attractive!

Furthermore, he had recently stopped watching Ultraman and switched to watching "Hero Di Qing" and "Go Boy"!

Qiaoqiao nodded frantically:

"I know Go, Jiang Liuliu! I want to learn!! I can’t buy the hero Di Qing’s stickers; I want to paint them myself!"

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