Chapter 5 Part2 (1/2)
Goodbye, Teacher Yi. It's time for Jia He to leave. Haha, think Teacher Yi will allow them to lose contact?
Chapter 5.2 — A Brief Return to Shanghai (2)
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At this time, the nurse came back with a tray in hand, and they both hurriedly moved out of the way for her. When the door was pushed open, Jia He's position just happened to have a view of the window, and with a troubled, rattled heart, she stole a glimpse. He was still in that same posture, but his complexion looked a lot worse. When he saw the nurse walk in, he only stretched out an arm, his attention focused on listening to the phone conversation.
”What kind of meeting is it that it's so important?” The question had already slipped from Jia He's mouth when she realized it was inappropriate of her to ask.
”I don't know either.” Qing whispered, ”But from what I heard in the phone call between Teacher Yi and the lawyer, this particular company is in the middle of a handover. It might be that after the divorce, it's going to be given to Tian Chu.” Her tone was sombre, and the sense of grievance in her eyes was plain to see.
She was still okay when she had not heard that; the instant she did, things were just awkward.
Jia He forced a smile. ”That's a private matter. Absolutely do not say anymore.”
She only learned when she made her phone call that Xiao Ou had actually been called back to site at the last minute. Therefore she had no choice but to dial another call to Qiao Qiao. With an air of ”I'm a big enough person that I'm not going to hold a grudge,” the person on the other end of the line told her to take in some sun downstairs and that she would be there really soon. So, Jia He could only go downstairs and roam around. As she watched a few camertoting reporters smoking downstairs, she could vaguely make out that they had mentioned Yi Wenze and Tian Chu's names…
The main entrance of the hospital was bustling with people. Afraid that Qiao Qiao would not be able to see her, she stood outside the main doors, on the ten-centimetre-high concrete rim of a flowerbed. Her hands in her pockets, she in boredom surveyed person after person or, sometimes, pairs of people, examining their expressions and then fas.h.i.+oning a backstory to go with those, treating this as a practice exercise for her line of work.
”Jia He.” Qiao Qiao called to her in Shanghainese and honked her horn.
For a moment, Jia He's mind had not caught up, and she stared at Qiao Qiao for half a second before she was able to react, hurriedly running over and getting into the car.
”I was calling you for a long time,” Qiao Qiao grumbled. ”What were you thinking about? You caused people to start staring at me.”
”I was thinking about my new screenplay,” Jia He arbitrarily said something to take care of her questioning. Taking out the already-cold coffee from its plastic bag, she took a sip.
Because the production company's sign was on the front winds.h.i.+eld of the car, the reporters at the main entrance all specifically aimed their gazes at it. With cameras in hand, they took a couple of glances, and only after confirming that these were merely two women whom they did not know did they set down their cameras and continue conversing in low tones.
Letting out a laugh, Qiao Qiao said, if she had known earlier, she would have brought Liao Jing along to fuel a dramatic story where feelings had developed between the lead actor and actress during filming, but the old flame, unwilling to accept this, was frequently coming to the hospital to visit. The investors for both dramas would definitely be delighted with that. While she was enthusiastically describing all this, a security guard had already come over and knocked on the car door, warning them that their vehicle was blocking the main entrance. With this, she finally started the car and drove away from the hospital.
The entire way, traffic was smooth and unimpeded.
”Help me buy a train ticket. I need to go back to Shanghai.” Jia He gazed out at the houses whipping backwards on either side, recalling again each sentence of senseless dialogue that she had had with Yi Wenze in the hospital earlier…
”Your idol is having his surgery tonight, and then he still has twenty-four hours in the ICU. You honestly can bear to leave?” Qiao Qiao, speedily pa.s.sing two vehicles, teased her.
”My phone's not working. I need to go back and buy a new one. There's a whole pile of stuff from the Beijing side that needs taking care of, too.” Seeing that her driving really was too aggressive, Jia He yanked down the seat belt and, after fiddling for a long time, was finally able to buckle it in.
”It is good if you go back.” With a turn of the steering wheel, Qiao Qiao drove onto a small street. ”Shooting's pretty close to being done anyway. When Yi Wenze is able to get out of bed in two months, he'll just need to do a few pick-up shots. Your staying here will just be a waste of your time.”
Qiao Qiao chattered on for a few more sentences, telling Jia He to, after getting back to Shanghai, help her look for an apartment. Jia He absentmindedly listened to her, her eyes glued to this small road ahead of them, a feeling in her that it looked familiar. It was when she spotted the cha chaan teng's sign that she realized, wasn't this the place where she and Idol were photographed when they went to have breakfast together?
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As it was close to the Qingming Festival[1], train tickets were rather hard to book, and it was already the following day when Jia He had her ticket in hand. Her train was departing at six in the evening. When she had tossed her luggage into the car and was getting into the front pa.s.senger seat, Qing coincidentally was stepping out from another vehicle and heading for the hotel lobby.
”Qing.” Qiao Qiao stopped what she was doing and called to her. ”How is Teacher Yi doing?”
Turning around, Qing searched for quite a while before she discovered that Qiao Qiao was inside the car. A radiant smile at once broke across her face. ”He's been transferred to an ordinary ward now. His physical state is really good. Right after he came out, he was already starting to have discussions on his new script.”
Qiao Qiao told her, ”You can go ahead and go,” before saying softly to Jia He, ”You're not going to give him a call and ask how he's doing?”
Firing a scowl at her, Jia He immediately picked up the mobile phone that she had borrowed from Qiao Qiao, dialed the number of the people on the Beijing side, and began quietly informing them of her schedule and setting a meeting time.
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The car jaunted and jolted all the way to the Yiwu Railway Station.
Pulling her suitcase with her, Jia He strode into the station. However, she had already squeezed her way with the jam-packed flow of people into the waiting hall before she saw the notice that her train was delayed, so she could do nothing but find a place to first take a seat. People were everywhere before her, if not on the phone, then chatting quietly, and the sounds of all different sorts of dialects that she could not understand joined together. It was when she, for the third time, had looked in boredom at her train ticket and checked it against the train numbers on the display screen that she at last felt she should make a phone call and ask how he was doing. After all, she had visited him yesterday, and he had also helped her out quite a bit.
Her mobile phone was already pulled out before she remembered that she actually did not have Yi Wenze's phone number. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she did send a text message to Qiao Qiao.
A text came back very shortly, a string of numbers, plus a sentence of teasing from Qiao Qiao.
Those green digits joined together to form a row on her screen. As she pressed the dial b.u.t.ton, she could not help taking a deep inhale.
A series of beeping sounds. The other party's phone was busy.
Jia He blew out a long breath, unable to say whether she was disappointed or glad. When she hung up the phone, she noticed that the stream of people had suddenly started to move, and the message on the display screen had gone from saying ”Waiting for train arrival” to ”Checking tickets.” Hurriedly dragging her suitcase with her, she followed the flow of people and began stepping forward. The ticket-check entrance was very narrow and clearly should only have fit a single line of people through, but somehow three lines had forcefully made their way into that s.p.a.ce. She had finally managed to make it to the ticket-check point when, just as she was pulling out her ticket, her phone unexpectedly rang.
”Hurry up, will you?” Behind her, someone impatiently tossed out this sentence to rush her.
Jia He swiftly handed her ticket over and then charged past the ticket-check point. The tide of people was heading completely in one direction, but she, towing her suitcase, moved against the flow. Hiding herself into a corner, she quickly pressed the phone up to her ear.
”h.e.l.lo.” On the other end, it was Yi Wenze's voice.
”Teacher Yi, it's me.” Jia He covered up her other ear so she could hear more clearly.
He seemed to be chuckling. ”You've arrived at the train station?”
”Mm-hmm. I was going through ticket check just now.”
”Still haven't gotten on the train yet?”
”Uh-huh.”
”Just one moment, please.” There appeared to be someone speaking on Yi Wenze's end. In a quiet voice, he stated a ”My apologies” in Cantonese, then once more addressed her side. ”You can talk while you walk.”
Jia He was terribly embarra.s.sed, answering, ”All right.” Then, noticing that the stream of people was already beginning to die out, she at once grabbed her suitcase and chased after the main throng.
”Are there many people at the train station?”
”Very many. And the train was late, too. I waited for a long time.” Jia He had originally wanted to up the word count of what she said to him, lest he discern her nervousness, but she discovered that everything she said was useless drivel that had nothing to do with him… The wheels on the bottom of her suitcase were making sounds of clunk, clunk. There were less and less people in front of her. She had no choice but to lift her head and search for the location of her train car, only to discover that she was unlucky enough to be in the very last car and needed to walk the furthest distance.
The train attendants were standing to the side in small groups of twos or threes, and some were even so kind as to urge Jia He to quicken her steps.