In other words, the effect of this pill is the same whether she takes it or not. If she wants to take it now, she will have to buy a bottle of water. In order not to waste the money for a bottle of water, Jiang Moli threw the pill into the trash can next to her.

The sunset was spectacular, and the air was fresh. With the gentle breeze blowing and the sky ablaze with color, Jiang Moli was in such a good mood that she felt like she was floating on air.

Compared to Jiang Moli's good mood, Xu Moran's mood was not so good. Although she had a stable job and a normal income, she was not rich. After ending the phone call with Jiang Moli, she gritted her teeth and walked to the side of the road to flag down a taxi.

When the driver asked her where she was going.

She was about to say the name of the neighborhood where she rented in Ningchang District when she suddenly remembered something and immediately changed her mind, "Driver, could you please go to People's Park?"

When the driver heard that Xu Moran was going to People's Park, he immediately became unhappy. He turned around and glanced at her, trying to persuade her to get out of the car. "Young lady, look, I've gone around in circles several times, and you're going to People's Park. Why don't you get out and take another taxi?"

Normally, Xu Moran, who is easy to talk to and exceptionally considerate of the working class, would definitely listen to the driver's advice. But this time, she was anxious.

After listening to the driver's advice, she said instead, "Master, what you said is wrong. Since you've already gone around in circles and have business, who cares if it's near or far, just do it. Besides, although the place I'm going to is nearby, there's a lot of foot traffic there, and lots of tourists. Maybe you can get a big fare to the airport."

The driver chuckled. "You little girl, you've got a good tongue. Buckle up, I'm about to drive off."

From where Xu Moran got on the bus to People's Park, the starting fare was twelve yuan. Xu Moran had just paid the fare and gotten off when someone else got on the bus.

As soon as the man got on the bus, he said to the driver, "Sir, could you please take me to Gray Airport?"

The driver was taken aback, and when he finally spoke, his tone was clearly displeased, "Sorry, I have a newborn grandson, so I'm not going to the crematorium you mentioned!"

The passenger was taken aback when he heard the driver say that, and then repeated what he had just said, "Master, I need to go to the gray airport."

Their conversation was overheard by Xu Moran, who was collecting her change. She suppressed a laugh and said to the driver, "Sir, you've misunderstood. He's going to the airport."

After the driver finished speaking, he asked the passenger in the back seat, "Sir, are you going to the airport?"

The passenger nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'm going to the Grey Airport."

Xu Moran smiled and said to the driver, "Sir, people from Guangdong and Hong Kong all talk like that. They say 'airplane' as 'grey plane'."

The driver nodded to Xu Moran, "Young lady, thank you. You were right. It really was a big fare."

Xu Moran smiled at the driver, turned and walked into People's Park. Just as she turned, she heard someone call her from behind, "Hey..."

Although that "Hey" was really impolite, Xu Moran still turned around.

She saw the passenger sitting in the back of the taxi, rolled down the window, and as if afraid she wouldn't hear, cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted loudly, "Little girl, let me tell you, you were right about the airport just now, but you got one thing wrong. I'm not from Guangdong, nor am I from Hong Kong. I'm from Hubei."

Xu Moran couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard the Fujianese man introduce himself as a Fujianese in Mandarin. "Sorry, I said it out loud."

“It’s no big deal.” The Fujianese man generously forgave Xu Moran in his Fujian dialect. “We Fujianese are kind and forgiving, we wouldn’t be so petty.”

Xu Moran waved to the magnanimous Fujianese, then turned and ran straight into People's Park without lingering.

She was secretly praying that she wouldn't see Xu Ye still painting for people in the park so late at night.

This is truly a society where what you fear most often comes to pass. The more Xu Moran hoped not to see Xu Ye, the more likely she was to see him from afar.

With its upright and proud posture, it stands out from the crowd wherever it is, and can be recognized at a glance.

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