Half an hour ago, Nan Mo had still been crying her heart out. Now she sat in a bun shop happily devouring buns.
She had to admit, following the morning market crowd really did lead to surprises.
After swallowing the last bite with satisfaction, she asked, “Boss, how many buns do you have left? I need quite a lot. I’m not sure if it’s enough.”
“We have enough, we have enough. If not, we can make more fresh.”
“I want five hundred pork buns, three hundred beef buns, two hundred vermicelli buns, two hundred vegetable mushroom buns, and three hundred brown sugar steamed buns.”
“So many? Are you in a hurry? If not, I can make them now. They’ll be ready in an hour. You can go walk around and come back to pick them up.”
Hearing such a large order, the shop owner’s wife decided not to close her stall after all.
Nan Mo strolled and ate along the way, buying over a hundred each of pork, pickled vegetable, shredded radish, and sweet sesame flatbreads, plus more than seventy Chinese style egg burgers.
She paid for three days’ worth in advance and asked them to keep making the same amount for three days. Starting tomorrow, Uncle Qin would come pick them up at eight every morning.
She then drove to the university district and delivered phones, tablets, and laptops to several college students working part time.
She hired them to download all the variety shows, movies, TV dramas, novels, books, and educational videos available online.
In the internetless seventies, these would become her most precious source of entertainment.
She mentally reviewed her supplies again to see if she had missed anything. Browsing online for inspiration, she really did come across a factory selling vintage cars.
Seeing the address was in Hangcheng, she immediately bought a high speed rail ticket and went to check it out in person.
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“Xiao Mo, just focus on your studies. Dad will handle things at home!”
“Dad, I’m already grown up. I’m willing to go to the countryside.”
“What do you know? Do you think going to the countryside is a joke? Don’t listen to the neighborhood office nonsense. Stay home!”
“Dad…”
Ding dong. The train is arriving at Hangcheng Station. Passengers please prepare to disembark. Ding dong…
Nan Mo woke to the announcement. She opened her eyes groggily, her mind still filled with the image of her parents arguing.
She had dreamed of them again.
She immediately called Chen Qi and Uncle Qin, telling them to speed up deliveries. She had a strong feeling that she was about to transmigrate.
She took a taxi to the factory and learned it specialized in making props for film crews.
Nan Mo bought two seventies style trucks and two military jeeps. She also asked the owner to help obtain five thousand liters of diesel. Any more would not be possible.
By the time she returned to Shanghai, it was already past ten at night. Xiao Huang had gone off work.
The goods Uncle Qin ordered had all arrived at the warehouse. The stock from Chen Qi’s five supermarkets had also been fully prepared.
Only the three warehouses could not hold everything, so more deliveries would arrive the next day.
After collecting the goods, she checked the delivery status of her online orders. Seeing most would arrive the next day, she felt much more at ease.
Back home, she followed her usual routine and stored that day’s six dishes and soup from the kitchen.
For the next ten days, Nan Mo did nothing extra.
Every day she simply collected goods at the warehouse and meals at home. During that time, the files the college students downloaded were also delivered.
She dismissed Xiao Huang and paid him a full month’s wages. She also picked up the final batch of gold bars.
At first, the dreams had been intermittent repeats of the same scenes. But over the last two days, the images in her dreams had become clearer and clearer.
Nan Mo knew her time to leave had come.
That day, she invited Uncle Qin, Qin Yue, and Chen Qi to a farewell meal at a private club.
At the table, Chen Qi and Qin Yue assumed she was treating everyone before going abroad, even joking that they would eat her broke.
Only Uncle Qin knew that once she left, she probably would never return.
Her flight was scheduled for the afternoon. As usual, she woke, stored the chef’s six dishes and soup, and prepared to leave.
She declined Uncle Qin’s offer to drive her to the airport and left alone with a suitcase, walking out of the house she had lived in only a few days, yet which was truly her home.
…
Sunlight streamed through the floor to ceiling window. Every night Nan Mo dreamed of herself in the seventies, yet every morning she still woke under the sting of ultraviolet light.
This was her seventh day on Ya Island, and she had been waiting for transmigration every moment.
“Sigh. Another boring day.”
It was not as if she had done nothing. At least she had stocked enough coconuts and Wenchang chicken to last several lifetimes.
As the sun set, waves crashed against the rocks. People along the shore admired the brilliant sunset, and no one noticed Nan Mo being swept away by the tide in an instant.
“Xiao Mo, wake up!” A gentle female voice sounded beside her ear.
The girl on the bed trembled slightly, then slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was dazed at first. She blinked her bright eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
Gradually, her focus settled on Luo Ci, who stood before her smiling.
“What is it, still not awake?” Luo Ci was beautiful and elegant, and Nan Mo resembled her by six or seven parts.
Her lips curved in a warm, affectionate smile, her eyes full of motherly love.
“Mom?” Nan Mo called softly, thinking it was still a dream.
“Get up. Your dad is taking you today.” With that, Luo Ci walked out and thoughtfully closed the door.
Nan Mo jumped out of bed and slipped into her space, rushing to the bathroom mirror. She had transmigrated.
This was not a dream. She could finally be reunited with her parents.
After leaving the space and changing clothes, she stepped out of her room and saw Nan Zhengting waiting at the door.
“Oh my, stop standing there. Look at the time. Today you’re picking up your graduation certificate. It’s the last day to enter campus. Hurry up.”
Her father paced anxiously, but Nan Mo’s eyes turned red.
Seeing that, he panicked. “What’s wrong? Alright, alright, Dad won’t rush you. Take your time, take your time.”
Hearing the commotion, her mother came over and wrapped an arm around her. “What happened? Did your dad scold you?” She glared at him.
Her father looked aggrieved but still watched Nan Mo with concern.
“Mom, Dad, you scared me. I just dreamed you lost me and didn’t want me anymore.” She burst into tears and hugged her mother.
Her mother looked helplessly at her husband, wanting to laugh at her daughter for acting spoiled at such an age, yet also heartbroken seeing her cry so miserably.
Her father sighed and gently patted her back, comforting her softly. “How could Mom and Dad ever not want you? Dreams are the opposite. Don’t be afraid.”
Nan Mo felt truly happy.
She finally had parents.
She really, truly had parents.