"Good evening, dear viewers."
"This is Shanshui Qiancheng TV. According to our station's news, Comrade Jianghua has already boarded the plane and will arrive in his hometown at 3 pm."
"This is Qian Province Traffic Radio. Every Monday, we will randomly select a lucky listener and let them choose the song they want to request."
"Hello, may I ask how I should address you?"
"Hello, can you hear me?"
"I...I can hear you. Call me Xiao Wang. I want to request a song by Jianghua, 'The Once You'. Thank you."
The entire Qian Province seemed to have gone a bit crazy. The TV station even set up full coverage tracking. Were they treating this as a variety show? He was just going home.
But thinking about it, it made sense. In the country, Qian Province was like an invisible man, without much presence. There were very few celebrities from Qian Province, and those with influence could be counted on one hand.
Now, all of a sudden, a Jianghua had emerged. The Best Crossover Singer, re-employed in opera. People didn't understand much, only knowing that a big star had come from their hometown. Everyone liked him, and that was it.
This was Jianghua's home field. Hangcheng could at most be considered his second home field. In Hangcheng, there were even organizations dedicated to bashing Jianghua. As for which top star's fans they were, they probably came from several fandoms.
At this moment, Jianghua was quietly leaning against the backrest of the airplane seat. Going home didn't count as a business trip, so he decisively bought a first-class ticket, emphasizing that he wasn't short of money.
In the past, limited by his identity, he traveled very low-key. He couldn't buy first-class tickets. Even if he didn't go back for reimbursement, it would be a lack of discipline.
Going home didn't have so many considerations. There were still a few days before the Chinese New Year, so Xiao Baihua simply let him go home early. In any case, he didn't have much work at Xiao Baihua. As for rehearsing the new play, the production company believed that the New Dragon Gate Inn was still in its heyday and would have a peak period of about a year. There was no need to add new plays and compete for traffic with themselves.
"The New Legend of the White Snake" was temporarily shelved, and Jianghua couldn't be bothered to care about these things. To openly slack off, that was fragrant.
"Mr. Jiang, do you need a blanket? We still have 2 hours of travel. You can rest for a while."
How many times had it been? Jianghua admitted that these flight attendants were very pretty, but he just wanted to be quiet.
Qian Province, this was an unfamiliar place. In his previous life, he wasn't from this place either. But in the memories of this body, the impression of this place was very deep. After all, this was his hometown.
He was still sighing when he was interrupted by the young lady again. Jianghua shook his head and said, "I don't need anything, thank you." This guy had a helpless expression, making the young lady feel very aggrieved.
Jianghua leaned against the backrest and slowly entered dreamland. In the dream, Jianghua returned to that chaotic and noisy backstage. The director was instructing him to do this and that.
"Jianghua, what are you eating? The lighting! The lighting effect is wrong, the sequence is incorrect."
"Jianghua, Kun Kun is stuck in traffic and may be 20 minutes late. You figure out a way to solve it for me."
Jianghua felt like he was almost suffocating. Then the scene changed, and Jianghua returned to Qian Province, back to the time when he left home. His heart slowly calmed down a lot. Home was a shelter from the storm for everyone.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, wake up. We're about to arrive."
Jianghua opened his eyes, and another uniformed young lady was quietly calling him.
"Ah, thank you."
The young lady removed the blanket covering Jianghua's body. When did it get covered? Jianghua had no impression. It should have been the aggrieved young lady who saw him sleeping and covered him.
This young lady asked in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, can you sign an autograph for me? I really like your songs."
....
Jianghua shook his hand. He had just signed quite a few autographs. He followed the crowd off the plane, preparing to leave through the VIP passage.
"Jianghua, welcome home!"
Jianghua was completely dumbfounded. How should he put it? These people were too enthusiastic, making him feel embarrassed. He was just an ordinary person.
"Love is like quicksand, I don't struggle..."
Perhaps hearing the screams inside the airport, an even louder chorus broke through the sky outside the airport. Jianghua was shocked. What was going on? There were actually people who liked "Quicksand". He thought everyone liked the resignation anthems.
"Comrade Jianghua, this way please. We have arranged a special car to take you home first."
They had thought it out so well. Surrounded by a few burly men, Jianghua slowly left the airport. A socially anxious young lady was still curious, holding her phone to record, and shouted loudly, "Who is it? So big-name, inviting so many extras. So fake."
She was still complaining when Jianghua appeared at the passage entrance with the staff. Today, he was dressed very casually, wearing a hat bought by Junjun. The never-changing sunglasses had also been changed. They were bought by Yunxiao, who said that Jianghua's face was small and wearing big sunglasses was too cute and lacked masculinity, so she changed them to small sunglasses.
"Ah, Jianghua!"
The socially anxious young lady's voice changed, and her shout made everyone present laugh. Jianghua waved at her, and the entire scene was filled with joy.
Without a doubt, in his hometown, Jianghua was the top star in people's hearts, without exception.
"Mr. Jiang, you're really popular."
The accompanying staff from the Cultural and Tourism Bureau said.
Jianghua sighed. He had just dreamed of home, and his thoughts were all over the place. "I haven't been back for 5 years. I didn't expect such big changes. The grass and trees are still the same, but the people have changed."
"Melody, the melody in my mind keeps playing."
Jianghua's face suddenly changed. He knew that in this life, he couldn't escape this song. The staff quickly reminded, "Mr. Jiang, Miss Melody will also return tomorrow."
Jianghua stretched lazily. Liu Yingpao didn't use her real name now. Everyone liked to call her Melody. This name was too famous.
"My vacation is not long this time, and I may still have other schedules. Arrange it as soon as possible. By the way, don't tell her I'm home. She knows my home address."
The staff quickly nodded. This was to avoid suspicion, right? The traditional stunt of Little White Flower from Zhejiang Province. Junxiao avoided suspicion, and now another one came to avoid suspicion. Could it be avoided? When paying respects to the teacher during the New Year, wouldn't they have to go together, maybe even hand in hand?
Anyway, he quite liked this CP between his own people.
The closer he got to home, the more nervous Jianghua became. It felt like leaving home when young and returning when old, making him feel very melancholic. That dream was too real.
Before even reaching home, he heard firecrackers.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
"Welcome Comrade Jianghua home!"
At the highway exit, a banner stretched across the entire toll station.
In the small county town, today felt like celebrating the New Year early. Many, many people gathered here to see Jianghua.
Pride, Jianghua was like someone everyone had watched grow up. His life trajectory had grown with them for the most part, like family.
In front of the crowd, Jianghua's parents and a few uncles and aunts were dressed up, their faces blooming with smiles.
Jianghua quickly opened the car door.
"Mom and Dad, what are you doing? It's quite cold. You came to pick me up in person, you're making me feel bad."
Jianghua's mother hugged her son and said proudly, "Who dares to say anything? What's wrong with me picking up my son? If you don't come home again, I'll go to Hangcheng to catch you. You rarely come back. This time, let's settle your marriage. You're not young anymore."
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