Going to the Countryside

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, Chen Mengchuan, with dark circles under his eyes, said goodbye to the guesthouse manager with Zhao Wanyu and they left.

After buying a lot of things at the school's convenience store, the two ate breakfast, each carrying a large bag. They struggled to drag the heavy bags to the road, flagged down a bus, and slowly headed west.

Brownish-yellow land spread out on both sides of the provincial highway. As they went further west, sand became the dominant color. Occasionally, a glimpse of a bright blue lake appeared like a giant dark green jade, stirring many memories in Chen Mengchuan that shouldn't belong to this time.

The bus wasn't going fast. The sand on the road made the tires slip, and it was hard to brake at higher speeds. The driver was a man from the northwest. Chen Mengchuan chatted with him intermittently, and the speedometer never exceeded 60 kilometers per hour.

He glanced at the time. They had gotten on the bus at 9 AM and had been driving for two and a half hours. They had stopped more than a dozen times along the way, with passengers getting on and off.

He looked at Zhao Wanyu, who was leaning against the car window, staring wide-eyed at the vast and magnificent poplar forests on the desolate land. It was a desolation and vastness that could never be seen in Jiangnan.

Returning here, Chen Mengchuan looked at everything and sighed at these poplars, which seemed to have experienced immense changes yet still anchored their roots in the yellow sand. Even when their branches withered, they still danced in the wind and sand.

His phone rang. Chen Mengchuan glanced at it, knowing it was Guo Siming, and answered.

"Brother Chuan, I'm in Xi'an City. Where are you? Look, how about this, I'll treat you today. Will you do me the honor, Brother Chuan? I'll apologize to you publicly." Guo Siming spoke in one breath.

"Guo Siming, I told you, you don't have to do this. I really don't take this to heart anymore. That's all there is to it." Thinking about severing ties with the past, Chen Mengchuan really didn't have the mood to chat with him.

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, Brother Chuan, you're my brother. Where are you? I'll drive to pick you up. We can talk face-to-face, okay?" Guo Siming said urgently.

"Heh, I'm in Qinghai now, not too far from the Kunlun Mountains. Why don't you come over?" Chen Mengchuan said seriously. It was less than a two-hour drive south from Golmud City to the Kunlun Mountains.

"Brother Chuan, you're joking. Weren't you in Xi'an last night?" Guo Siming gritted his teeth and said with a fawning smile.

"Forget it, you won't believe me even if I tell you. That's all there is to it." After speaking, Chen Mengchuan directly hung up the phone and blocked the number again.

Guo Siming, standing outside a hotel in Xi'an, immediately dialed again after being hung up on. "Beep, the number you have dialed is turned off, sorry..."

Guo Siming, finding himself blocked again, angrily threw the Fruit X in his hand to the ground: "Kunlun Mountains! Chen Mengchuan, you're going too far!"

His assistant's eyelids twitched: "Brother Guo, that's my phone."

"I'll compensate you!" Guo Siming roared at the assistant, unable to control his emotions.

Sensing the gazes of many passersby, Guo Siming took a few deep breaths, put on a dejected expression, and solemnly apologized to the assistant who picked up the phone: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

The assistant forced a smile: "It's okay... Brother Guo, are we still going to the Kunlun Mountains?"

"Let's go back to the hotel first." Guo Siming said coldly, turned, and walked back into the hotel. The two assistants followed.

Another assistant, just entering the hotel, immediately turned back and said to an elderly security guard at the door: "Uncle, can you sell me the Nokia in your hand? I'll give you 500..."

Not long after hanging up Guo Siming's call, the bus drove for a few more minutes and stopped at a gas station.

"We're refueling, we'll leave soon. Does anyone need to use the restroom?" the northwest driver said apologetically to the few passengers.

Zhao Wanyu, who had fallen asleep at some point, slowly woke up. Seeing that the bus had stopped, she looked around and found no trace of Chen Mengchuan. She quickly asked the driver: "Driver, where's the man who was with me?"

"He got off," the northwest driver replied.

Zhao Wanyu was startled: "He got off? Where did he get off?"

The northwest driver laughed heartily: "Hey, you're funny, young lady. The bus is refueling, can't your man get off to pee? Hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wanyu spotted Chen Mengchuan walking towards the bus, her face instantly flushing like a ripe apple.

"Hahaha, embarrassed, embarrassed, your face is all red."

Chen Mengchuan got on the bus and saw the cheerful atmosphere. He glanced at Zhao Wanyu, whose face was bright red, looking a bit puzzled. He threw a cigarette to each of the men on the bus.

"Don't light up in the gas station!" The northwest driver took the cigarette and said to the men in the car.

"Got it~~" The northwest accent stretched out the words.

"Want some water?" Chen Mengchuan handed Zhao Wanyu a bottle of mineral water.

Zhao Wanyu awkwardly took the mineral water from Chen Mengchuan, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp. Her face was still burning hot.

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