When Tang En's feet stepped onto the floor of the terminal building of Shuangliu Airport in Chengdu, Sichuan, he was actually a little excited.
No matter what kind of skin he had on the outside, his heart was still made in China. Now … he could be considered to have returned home, right?
This feeling was really hard to describe. After inexplicably transmigrating, he returned to Chengdu, Sichuan, China, in 2004 with a new identity. When he conversed with the beautiful air stewardess on the plane in fluent Mandarin without an accent, he attracted the attention of many passengers on the plane. Even Shania, who was beside him, looked at Tang En with astonishment and admiration. She did not expect Tang En to speak fluently in China.
Tang En was very pleased, thinking to himself, I haven't even spoken fluently in Sichuan!
Coming out of the airport, Tang En pulled Shania, who was equally eye-catching, to the taxi queue and waited. The staff beside them used broken English to suggest they take the airport bus. Tang En politely declined his good intentions in Mandarin and walked straight to a taxi.
He had never taken an airport bus before and did not know where it would go. It was more convenient to take a taxi. He could just say the destination and they would be there immediately.
Seeing that they were foreigners, one big and one small, a man and a woman, and a beauty … the taxi driver was very enthusiastic and helped them put their luggage into the trunk. The staff who suggested they take the airport bus just now went up to register Tang En's destination and waved to let them go.
"Sir, Sichuan Hotel," Tang En said with familiarity. Actually, he knew very little about the hotels in Chengdu. Sichuan Hotel was near Chunxi Road, and he would always see it when he went shopping to look at the beauties. Moreover, he could also hail a taxi there. It was one of the few places he had an impression of.
Hearing Tang En announce the destination in Mandarin, the taxi driver looked back at him in surprise. Tang En smiled at him and opened his mouth to say something that shocked the driver even more. "I'm also considered a Sichuanese. Let's go, sir. "He used the Sichuan pronunciation.
The driver turned his head back in a daze and obediently started the car.
Tang En turned his head and winked at Shania proudly.
Although she did not understand what Twain had just said, Shania could still understand a little from the driver's expression and subsequent reaction. She buried her head in the arms of the Totoro doll, which never left her side, and giggled.
The journey was smooth. Perhaps it was because Tang En had shown his hand and stunned the driver. There were no detours or detours. When they arrived at the destination, the price on the timer was also very reasonable. After paying the fare and tipping, Tang En and Shania got off the car. Immediately, a doorman came up to take their luggage and lead the way.
Truth be told, if not for the doorman, Tang En would not have known where to go. He had never been to Min Jiang Hotel before and had no idea where to go to check in.
The doorman led them to the front desk. As usual, Tang En tipped the doorman. Then, he looked at the lady at the front desk who was smiling warmly and was troubled. How was he going to get the room?
He was a man, and Shania was a woman. There was a difference between a man and a woman, so they should get two rooms. But … why didn't he want to use this plan? Two people staying in two standard rooms would be so cold and empty. What a waste. It would be inconvenient for them to take care of each other if anything happened.
Seeing that Tang En was silent, the lady at the front desk asked in English, "How can I help you, sir?"
Tang En frowned. "Speak Chinese. I can understand."
Seeing the beautiful lady's expression, Shania buried her head in the Totoro doll again and laughed.
Shania's husband reminded Tang En that he had been a little rude. So, he immediately smiled at the lady and said, "Sorry. I can speak Chinese and can understand. No problem. Uh, I want to … "
Perhaps it was the cute Shania, or perhaps it was to please the foreign customer, the young lady at the front desk looked at Shania and smiled. "It's okay, sir. Is this your daughter? She's so beautiful! May I ask if you want to get a room? "
The question was too good. Tang En went with the flow and said, "That's right, one room … We want one room." He turned back to look at Shania. She did not understand Chinese and was not interested in this kind of conversation. She turned her head to look curiously at the people coming and going in the hall. Most of them were Chinese with yellow skin and black hair. Other than the difference in skin color, she felt that these people were similar to her.
Even though she had some Chinese blood in her, these people spoke a language that she did not understand at all. It was as if they were people from two completely different worlds. Seeing that Tang En was using fluent Chinese to communicate with others, Shania frowned. She also wanted to learn Mandarin. At the very least, she wouldn't feel like she was being ostracized at this time.
After paying, the waiter took them to the guest room. Shania did not raise any objections to the one-room arrangement. Tang En was still a little nervous. Seeing Shania's nonchalant look, he slowly felt relieved.
To be honest, although Shania was still a child, other than her small chest, she was almost no different from those girls in their twenties. When Shania was at his house, they would not sleep in the same room. Now that they were in a hotel …
He tipped the waiter and sent the young man who was very interested in Shania away. Tang En pointed to the bathroom and said, "Go take a shower, Shania."
Shania went obediently. Then, Tang En listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and gradually became lost in thought.
Actually, he did not quite understand why Shania liked to be with him. She had just arrived in England and went to her aunt's house in Newcastle to report and then came to Nottingham to find him. The moment he saw her, Tang En had to admit that he was also very happy. There was something about this child that he liked. He could not put his finger on it. In short, he did not feel annoyed when he was with Shania. Instead, he felt very comfortable. When he was in a bad mood, he could not help but smile when he saw the lively Shania. Perhaps that was the reason.
"I'm done, Uncle Tony!" Shania used a towel to dry her hair as she walked out. Tang En turned back to look at her, and his vision suddenly blurred.
She wore a small yellow camisole on her upper body, revealing her protruding collarbone and slender and pink neck. Below, she wore a pair of super short jeans that barely covered her butt, revealing a pair of slender and fair legs.
Even though he knew that Shania was only 14, Tang En could not help but feel his heart beat faster.
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