1978: Female educated youth, don’t want an illiterate husband

In the following games, although Feng Jiayou did not have the same start as in the first game, her luck was still outrageously good.

It seems like you can always draw or get the card you want!
Even though her hand looks messy, she can get a winning hand as she plays, often by discarding the winning tile herself or by drawing the last tile.

"Hongzhong!"

"bump!"

"Wait... little sister, did you... win again?"

Shi Hui looked at the neatly arranged cards in front of her after Feng Jiayou played a card, and she could hardly believe it.

Feng Jiayou nodded shyly and whispered, "It seems... to be, a peaceful, monotonous east wind!"

"My God, you got this East Wind from Zhu Lin just now, right? It sounds monotonous now? And you even got it by self-draw?" Gong Xue's eyes widened.

Zhu Lin sighed, "Jiayou, your luck is just too good! You've almost emptied our savings!"

Shi Hui couldn't stop smiling. While shuffling the cards, she said to Feng Jiayou, "Jiayou, you're amazing! You're not a novice, you're a genius!"

"You learn so fast, and you're so lucky! I think we'll have to be on guard against you at our next mahjong game!"

Feng Jiayou blushed with pride at their praise. The lingering gloom in her heart from stock investment was completely swept away by the successive victories and the relaxed and playful atmosphere among the sisters!
A feeling of novelty, excitement, and a touch of accomplishment spread through her heart!
So playing mahjong is so fun?
So she can learn something new so quickly and even win?

She gradually relaxed and became more decisive when playing cards, occasionally even saying things like, "This card seems safe, I'm ready to win."

Although her skills were still rusty, she relied entirely on incredible luck and a gradually clearer understanding of the game's logic, but that was enough to immerse her in the fun of this brand-new game!
Before we knew it, an afternoon had passed amidst the clattering of shuffling cards, the crisp sound of cards being swiped, and the women's laughter!

Most of the chips on the coffee table were piled up in front of Feng Jiayou!
The colorful plastic rings in front of her were piled up like a small mountain, while Shi Hui, Gong Xue, and Zhu Lin had very few left!
"I'm not playing anymore!" Zhu Lin wailed, pushing away the cards in front of her. "Jiayou, your newbie protection period is too long! If we keep playing like this, I'll have to give you my advance salary for next month!"

Gong Xue shook his head with a smile: "Today I've witnessed what it means to have the luck of a casino newbie. Jia You, with your luck, it's a shame you're not buying lottery tickets!"

Shi Hui was quite generous; while sorting out the few remaining chips, she smiled at Feng Jiayou and said:
"Little sister Jiayou, you're the big winner today! It seems you're really destined for mahjong. Come to Hong Kong often, and we can have more matches!"

Looking at the pile of spoils in front of her, Feng Jiayou knew that these were just game chips and did not represent real money, but she still felt sweet inside, filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness.

She never expected that her first time playing mahjong would be so enjoyable, and that she would win so much!

This pure joy, belonging to gaming and social interaction, allowed her to temporarily forget the sorrow of being away from home and the worries about unknown investments!
"It's all because you've been so accommodating to me..." she said shyly.

“Nobody gave you a handicap; you just had good luck and learned quickly!” Shi Hui affirmed, glancing at the time. “Oh, it’s almost five o’clock!”

"Have Xuemin and the others finished their business? Shall we pack up and have dinner together tonight?"

Just then, Cheng Xuemin and Fu Qi appeared at the entrance of the teahouse!
Seeing the four women chatting and laughing as the mahjong game ended, both of them smiled!

"Looks like the battle was quite fierce?" Fu Qi joked, his gaze falling on the conspicuous pile of chips in front of Feng Jiayou, somewhat surprised. "Mrs. Cheng, did you... achieve a great victory?"

Cheng Xuemin also saw it, walked over, and patted Feng Jiayou on the shoulder with a smile:

"Wow, honey, you've been hiding your talent! You even know how to play mahjong, and you've won so much?"

In front of her husband, Feng Jiayou's gambling god aura vanished instantly, and she reverted to her somewhat shy, timid wife, whispering:
"It was Sister Shi Hui, Sister Gong Xue, and Sister Zhu Lin who taught me. I... I was just lucky!"

"It's not just good luck, it's extraordinary talent!" Shi Hui laughed. "Xuemin, your wife is remarkable. She's smart, learns everything quickly, and has incredible luck!"

"If you ever come to Hong Kong again, I won't dare to easily ask her to play cards!"

Everyone laughed.

Amidst everyone's laughter and praise, Feng Jiayou's face turned even redder, but the joy and a little bit of pride in her heart were like effervescent tablets in water, bubbling happily!
That afternoon, that game of mahjong allowed her to see a different side of herself, and also allowed her to truly, briefly, integrate into this corner of Hong Kong!
I felt a different kind of vibrant, everyday life here!
When Cheng Xuemin saw the long-lost, relaxed and genuine smile on his wife's face, he breathed a sigh of relief!

Indeed, women's love for playing mahjong is an inheritance ingrained in their genes, and it's the same in any era!
Dinner was at another restaurant in the hotel, known for its French style. It was still exquisite, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than the welcome dinner last night!

The conversation naturally revolved around the legendary mahjong game that afternoon!

Shi Hui vividly described how Feng Jiayou was blessed with a novice's aura and dominated the battlefield, while Gong Xue and Zhu Lin added details with laughter.

Feng Jiayou blushed deeply at what was said and waved her hands repeatedly, but the smile in her eyes and brows was hard to hide.

So, most of the worries caused by stock investment have already dissipated in the teasing of my sisters and the tender gaze of my man!
Fu Qi listened with great interest and said to Cheng Xuemin with a smile, "It seems that Mrs. Cheng not only brings good fortune to her husband, but also brings wealth with her. She wins wherever she goes."

"Teacher Cheng, you must bring Mrs. Cheng to Hong Kong more often in the future, so that we can share in the joy!"

Cheng Xuemin smiled and agreed, but in his heart he thought, "If only half of my wife's good fortune could be invested in the stock market!"

But seeing how happy and relaxed she is right now is better than anything!
After the meal, Fu Qi and Shi Hui tactfully refrained from further inquiries, only reconfirming the details of their departure the following morning:

The flight is at 9:00 AM, a direct Air France flight to Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport!
Shi Hui also carefully put some prepared francs, a simple handbook of common French phrases, and the addresses and contact information of local hotels in Cannes into a small wallet and handed it to Feng Jiayou.

“Little sister Jiayou, this is your first time traveling so far, and to such a distant place. Don’t be nervous. Xuemin is here to help, and everything will be arranged when you get there. Take these with you, just in case.” Shi Hui held Feng Jiayou’s hand, her voice gentle.

Feng Jiayou felt warm inside and thanked them repeatedly!
Although they only spent two days together, Shi Hui's thoughtfulness and kindness gave her a completely different and warm impression of this unfamiliar city.

Back in the suite, Feng Jiayou was still basking in the afterglow of her afternoon mahjong victory and the relaxed atmosphere of the dinner party, and seemed quite excited!
As she removed her hair in front of the mirror, she was still reminiscing: "Xuemin, do you think my luck this afternoon was too weird?"

All self-drawn hands, a monotonous and endless sequence... Sister Shi Hui said she hadn't seen such a lucky novice in a long time!

Cheng Xuemin, leaning against the headboard, was flipping through the briefing Fu Qi had given him about the latest developments at the Cannes Film Festival. Hearing this, he looked up and smiled:

"That just means my wife is smart, she learns everything quickly, and she's lucky. What, are you addicted to playing?"

Two red clouds rose to Feng Jiayou's face, but she denied it, saying, "No way! I just thought it was fun..."

"Before, when I watched my neighbors playing cards at home, I thought it was noisy. I never imagined that mahjong could be so interesting. It requires thinking and you have to count the cards..."

As she spoke, her eyes lit up again, "Hey, what do you think? When we go back from France, can we buy a mahjong set? It would be so lively for the whole family to get together for holidays like Chinese New Year!"

Cheng Xuemin chuckled: "Sure, I'll buy it when we get back. But you'll have to teach Mom, Grandma, and my sisters-in-law first."

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Feng Jiayou replied crisply, clearly already considering herself a mahjong master and starting to plan her teaching career.

Seeing her so enthusiastic and having completely forgotten her troubles from the day, Cheng Xuemin felt much more at ease.

That night, Feng Jiayou slept rather poorly because of her excitement in the afternoon and her vague anticipation for the journey ahead.

Cheng Xuemin, on the other hand, slept soundly, conserving his energy!

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, the Peninsula Hotel's doormen and bellhops had already efficiently loaded everyone's luggage into the two luxury cars arranged by Fu Qi. After a brief farewell at the hotel entrance, the convoy headed towards the still-busy Kai Tak Airport.

The airport was still quite crowded, with just as many reporters as when they came to greet the passengers the day before.

Clearly, the news that Cheng Xuemin and his entourage are about to head to Cannes has become a hot topic in Hong Kong's entertainment section!
Flashes of light, questions, and calls of names filled the air!
Having learned from the experience of the day before yesterday, Feng Jiayou was still nervous this time, but at least she was able to keep her composure, closely following Cheng Xuemin, keeping her head down, and quickly passing by.

Fu Qi and Shi Hui escorted them all the way to the security checkpoint before stopping and waving goodbye vigorously.

"Xuemin, Jiayou, have a safe journey! See you in Cannes!" Fu Qi said loudly.

As the producer of "Shaolin Temple", Great Wall Pictures will send Fu Qi and his wife to Cannes to participate in the film's promotional activities. They did not arrange for them to fly there with Cheng Xuemin and his group!

"Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, take care! See you in Cannes!" Cheng Xuemin and Feng Jiayou waved in response.

After passing through security and entering the waiting area, the suffocating feeling of being surrounded finally dissipated.

Everyone found seats near the boarding gate and waited to board. Feng Jiayou breathed a soft sigh of relief, feeling that she had passed another hurdle.

"Are you tired?" Cheng Xuemin asked.

"It's alright, just a bit noisy!" Feng Jiayou said honestly.

Then, she looked curiously at the huge Boeing 747 with the Air France logo outside the boarding gate, her eyes revealing a mixture of fear and anticipation for the long flight. "It's going to be a long flight, isn't it?"

"Yes, it takes more than ten hours. There's a layover in Paris, then another flight to Nice, and then a car to Cannes."

Cheng Xuemin estimated the time, "We'll be spending most of the day in the air and on the road!"

Feng Jiayou let out a soft "Ah," her little face turning somewhat bitter.

The flight two days ago had already given her a taste of the tedium and discomfort of long-haul travel, and this time it would be even longer!

After boarding, they sat in first class.

The space is much more spacious and the service is more attentive, but the long flight time is not shortened as a result!
At first, Feng Jiayou curiously looked around at the facilities in the first class cabin and tried out various buttons, but soon the novelty wore off, and outside the window was the ever-changing sea of ​​clouds and the occasional passing azure sea!

The cabin lights were dimmed, and most passengers were sleeping or watching movies!

Feng Jiayou also tried to sleep, but she couldn't sleep soundly. Her back gradually ached, and her ears were also uncomfortable due to changes in air pressure.

She only ate a few bites of the exquisite French meal served by the flight attendant!
Time seemed to stretch out, and every minute became unbearable.

Feng Jiayou started checking her watch frequently and whispered to Cheng Xuemin how much longer it would take.

Although Cheng Xuemin also felt tired, he was still able to remain calm, read books, process some documents, or close his eyes to rest.

He could see his wife's anxiety, so he would whisper a few words to her from time to time to distract her!
However, a closed flight of more than ten hours is a great test of a person's patience and physical strength.

In the latter half of the race, even the usually composed Huang Jianzhong and Feng Jiazhao looked tired, Li Lianjie was restless, and Gong Xue and Zhu Lin had long lost their spirit of joking and laughing, leaning back in their chairs and pretending to doze off!
"Honey, just hang in there a little longer, we're almost there!"

Cheng Xuemin felt sorry for Feng Jiayou when he saw her listless appearance, and encouraged her in a low voice!

Feng Jiayou nodded weakly, feeling as if his bones were nailed to the seat.

She began to miss her hard bed at home, her son's soft little body, and even the air in Yanjing that smelled of coal smoke!
Just as the boredom and exhaustion were reaching their peak, the plane finally began its descent, breaking through the clouds.

The captain announced over the loudspeaker that the plane was about to land at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport in both French and English.

Feng Jiayou's spirits lifted slightly, and he peered down through the porthole.

The first thing that catches the eye is vast, neat, and colorful farmland, like giant palettes, followed by winding rivers and sparse towns.

Then, the city's outline gradually became clear!

It's not the dense skyscrapers of Hong Kong, but a different style:
The vast city, with its low, continuous rooftops interspersed with some pointed buildings, and the famous, winding Seine River shimmering in the sunlight!
"Is this Paris?" Feng Jiayou murmured, her drowsiness replaced by curiosity.

Is this the romantic city she saw in the book and in a very few internal videos?

It looks... very open and quiet, completely different from the crowded and cramped Hong Kong!

The plane landed smoothly at Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Compared to the perilous Kai Tak Airport, the runway here is wide and flat, and the landing process is so smooth it's almost touching!
Upon taking her first step onto French soil, Feng Jiayou felt her legs go weak, not only because she had been sitting for a long time, but also because of a sense of unreality mixed with excitement and bewilderment at truly stepping into a foreign land!
Charles de Gaulle Airport has a vast interior space, a complex structure, and a modern feel.

The signs were in French and English that I couldn't understand!

The crowds were dense, with people of all skin colors and clothing hurrying by.

The air was filled with the scents of coffee, perfume, and a strange, mixed aroma typical of European airports.

Feng Jiayou followed Cheng Xuemin closely, afraid of getting lost in the maze-like terminal.

Cheng Xuemin, on the other hand, appeared much more composed. He quickly identified the signs, led his team through the transfer procedures, retrieved their checked luggage, and then re-checked in for their flight to Nice.

The wait for the connecting flight wasn't long, but it was enough to make Feng Jiayou even more exhausted!
She sat on a chair in the waiting room, looking at the completely unfamiliar environment and people around her, listening to a language she didn't understand at all. The initial novelty of arriving in Paris was quickly replaced by a deeper weariness and a touch of homesickness.

She missed her son, missed home, and even began to miss Hong Kong, where she had just left, where at least she still had compatriots and a familiar language.

Cheng Xuemin noticed her dejection, walked over and sat down beside her, and squeezed her somewhat cold hand.

"Are you tired?" Cheng Xuemin asked.

"Yeah, a little!" Feng Jiayou leaned on his shoulder, her voice muffled. "It feels so far away here! I can't even understand what they're saying!"

"It's normal, everyone feels this way when they first arrive in a completely unfamiliar place!" Cheng Xuemin comforted her, gently squeezing her hand. Suddenly, his tone changed, becoming somewhat mysterious and teasing, as he said:
"Hey honey, guess what kind of people we might run into in France, in Paris, or in Cannes?"

"Who is it?" Feng Jiayou looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Who could they possibly know in France?

Aside from Fu Qi and his team from Great Wall Film Company, who haven't arrived yet, are there any other Chinese delegations?

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