Soon after that night, it was Ching Ming Festival.
Because my grandfather passed away last year and was buried in Zhenjiang, Jiangsu, this year's Tomb-sweeping Festival will naturally go back to sweep the tomb. Around five o'clock in the morning, his father drove the car and brought his mother to pick her up.
Shi Yi sat sleepily in the back of the car, leaning on his mother, waking up from sleep to sleep, and he was still stuck on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway for almost three hours. From the dark to the sunny day, my mother was always chatting with her, probably because she was afraid that if the two people in the back row were asleep, the father, as the driver, would be sleepy and dangerous.
Of course, since graduating from university, the content of the chat is about marriage.
"Have you had any boyfriends lately?"
"No," Shi Yi muttered, leaning on his mother's shoulder, "No, no, no"
"Can't find one you like?"
She didn't say a word.
The mother noticed her strangeness: "Meet it?"
"Yes," she laughed, "but he might be getting married soon, right?"
Mother frowned slightly: "Did you meet it at work?"
Father also looked at the two people from the rearview mirror.
Shi Yi only realized that his words were too much like an ordinary family drama in which a beautiful woman got involved in other people's love stories, and she shook her head hurriedly: "I just met a person and had some good feelings, but there was nothing else."
Both parents breathed a sigh of relief.
She tilted her head on the car window and listened to her mother's continued sigh. It was very exhausting to have a beautiful daughter. From Shiyi junior high school, her mother began to worry about teenagers harassing her. She would be picked up and picked up personally after school. Fortunately, Shiyi seemed to have no hobbies other than reading and guzheng.
Therefore, the mother only needs to guard against foreign thieves, and does not need to care whether her daughter will run away with the bad boy.
"Sometimes, your mother is very contradictory," his father added with a smile, "both worried that your vision is too high and you will not be able to marry, but also that you are too beautiful and cheated by some wealthy and powerful people to do well. Thing."
Shi Yi pursed his lips and smiled: "No, I don't like money."
Those who have seen the reincarnation of life and death will not be captured by these things at all, otherwise the visit to the Palace of the Lord of Gods will be a waste of time.
When the car arrived at the toll booth, they finally saw the source of the traffic jam. There are exactly three toll gate exits, all of which are isolated. One of them is vacant, while the other two lanes are constantly entering and exiting all kinds of cars.
"Privilege car?" the mother asked his father.
"It shouldn't be," my father suddenly remembered what his uncle said: "I remember, Shi Feng said that in the past ten days, Zhenjiang has been going in and out of some wealthy businessmen, what investment projects are they doing."
My mother is even more strange: "What big investment projects can this place in Zhenjiang do?"
"It's not an investment in Zhenjiang, but the meeting place is here," my father briefly explained. "China has the lowest labor costs in the world. Many multinational companies build factories in China and then sell them overseas. Therefore, the most developed Yangtze River Delta is the manufacturing industry."
Shiyi laughed: "This is the allusion of made in China."
"Almost." My father is a university teacher, so he would naturally care more about these things. He said it bluntly. "However, the wages of workers here have risen sharply in recent years, and many companies have begun to withdraw from Southeast Asia. Therefore, many small companies have closed down one after another. It is estimated that in another five years, there will be a disruptive earthquake in the manufacturing industry. A large number of workers are unemployed, factories are closed, and the delta is volatile, which will inevitably affect the national economy."
"Okay, okay," my mother had a headache. "What does this have to do with traffic jams."
"That's why someone invited the big wealthy businessmen to invest," his father laughed. "This is the charm of economics. If you predict a disaster in a few years, you must first find a way to save it before it happens."
"Very far-sighted." Shiyi commented.
"Not only must have a vision, but also have the strength to attract more investment." My father made the final conclusion.
Shiyi said: "We must also have a conscience to save the national economy."
"Yes, conscience."
The father-daughter dialogue made the mother laugh completely.
While they were talking, a few black cars drove from a distance. The speed was not fast, not at the speed of driving on the highway, but there were still cars politely avoided.
Several cars passed through the only vacant exit.
The license plate passed by, Shi Yi didn't see it clearly, but he always felt that it was very much like Zhou Shengchen's car.
Having said this all the way, they finally got out of the high speed.
It was past nine o'clock to the cemetery. It was obviously more than two hours by car, but it took four hours. The grave-sweeping time is not long. My parents came this time to get together with my father’s uncle. Among these elders, the younger uncle has the most well-off family and has several manufacturing plants, so he naturally assumed the task of entertaining relatives and friends.
Many elders chatted in the living room, and they were bored and walked into the cousin's room.
The little girl was still in high school, just when she was studying diligently, she was very happy to see her, and she grabbed her and asked her to help herself as the subject of the essay. Shi Yi glanced at it. It was related to Qingming, and it was really appropriate.
She thought for a while and made an outline for her cousin.
When I put down the pen, I saw a few invitation cards in the corner of the desk.
It was the event that my father said when I came here. It was a very gorgeous list. Most of them were multinational companies, and there were even many that had nothing to do with manufacturing. Shi Yi usually doesn't pay much attention to these, but the watermark of the invitation attracts her.
Chromatic woodcut watermark.
Printed by hand specially for making engravings for invitations.
However, the one in Shiyi's hand is just a normal printed version, not an original, at least not an invitation handed to the financial crocodile personally, but just a copy of the peripheral invitation.
What attracted her most was the "week" written in a small seal on the watermark.
It's Zhou, not Zhou Sheng.
But why did you think of her
What Shiyi thinks of is that Zhou's birth in the middle of the night, low-key and unique.
"Cousin, cell phone," the little girl immersed herself in the question, without looking up, "Your cell phone is ringing."
She regained her senses, picked it up and looked at it, her heart fluttered bluntly.
The cousin was here, she was embarrassed to clear her throat and answered the phone directly.
"Miss Shi, hello." It was the driver's voice last time.
"Hello." She seemed to be used to this way.
Zhou Shengchen quickly answered the call: "Sorry, I don't know how to make calls with my mobile phone."
She hummed: "It's okay."
"In Zhenjiang?"
"Not long after I arrived, how did you know that I was here?"
He laughed: "You just passed the high-speed toll booth, I knew it, but I couldn't spare the time to talk to you."