Early the next morning, Zhang Yang set off for Hongqiao Airport.
The flight from Hongqiao Airport to Jingdezhen took just over an hour. Take a nap after boarding, and he would be there.
And so, a little after nine.
Zhang Yang sat in business class, watching the ground recede beyond the window as the sky and thick clouds rushed toward him.
Just after ten, the plane had already landed.
"Wuyuan, I'm here." Zhang Yang muttered to himself outside the airport, then hailed a car and prepared to head straight for Wuyuan, seventy or eighty kilometers away.
Wuyuan was known as the most beautiful countryside in the country. It had seas of rapeseed blossoms stretching across the mountains, white-walled, black-tiled Huizhou-style architecture, and Huangling, famous for its autumn drying displays.
In any case, it had always been hugely popular on short-video platforms.
Those misty, rain-soaked scenes and the old-world charm of ancient villages looked especially captivating in short videos.
It was already autumn, the perfect season for Huangling's autumn drying displays. Zhang Yang's timing was just right.
"Huangling? I've got a friend who runs a shop there." The taxi driver chatted nonstop with Zhang Yang as soon as he got in. "It's definitely a great place. You can take in the beauty of Huizhou-style ancient villages, see the autumn drying displays, and there are performances at night too."
Zhang Yang sat in the front passenger seat, traveling light and dressed quite ordinarily.
But no matter how plain his clothes were, he could not hide his natural air, and the driver kept glancing his way.
"Brother, where are you from?"
"Oh, I'm from Magic City," Zhang Yang replied casually.
"Magic City? Right, I've got a niece studying there. Interested in getting to know her?" the driver went on and on.
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