The sun climbed into the sky, shining on the earth and reflecting on the lake, creating a shimmering effect.
Three poles in the sun.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue finally got up. The former looked pale, like a man whose life force had been drained. It wasn't that Chu Fang was incompetent; it was just that this woman was too powerful, exuding a sense of oppression regardless of life or death.
The latter clutched her stomach, biting her lip, muttering softly, "Beast! Born..."
Chu Fang lit a bonfire, reheated the leftovers from last night, and then fried the remaining white rice into an egg fried rice, each grain distinct.
Although Chu Fang is a billionaire with more money than he can spend, he always felt that fried rice with leftovers was one of the most delicious foods in the world.
After finishing their meal, Chu Fang found a fishing rod, sat down by the lake, and leisurely fished, while Zhong Tingyue continued to paint. Although she had painted countless times, she always wanted to capture the beautiful scenery before her.
The two were doing their own things.
Just then, a 'click' sound reached their ears. They looked at each other and both raised their eyebrows.
Looking in the direction of the sound, a figure could be seen approaching from a distance. As it drew closer, it was revealed to be an elderly man carrying a basket on his back, with a slightly hunched back, a tall stature, and wearing brightly colored clothes. He was a very authentic Tibetan elder.
The old man's cloudy pupils reflected a luxurious RV, and he paused, stunned.
How come there's a car here?
Soon they saw Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue.
"Hello, sir." Chu Fang approached and greeted him with a smile.
Finally, someone has come to this place, which means that the two of them can leave this place.
"Huh?" The old man let out a soft "ah," then fiddled with his hands and uttered a series of strange words.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue exchanged glances, shrugged, and both felt helpless.
Tibet is located inland at a high altitude, so few people come here. The local residents rarely communicate with the outside world, do not understand Mandarin, and speak only Tibetan. The old man said a lot, but the two of them could not understand a single word.
The old man realized that the two of them couldn't understand him and didn't know what to do. Chu Fang had no choice but to communicate in the most primitive way, which was through gestures. He gestured that his car had a problem and couldn't move, and that the two of them were trapped here. He asked the old man for help to get out of this place.
The old man seemed to understand, his wrinkled face crinkling together as he smiled and nodded repeatedly.
Chu Fang gestured for the old man to wait a moment, and the two of them quickly went into the RV to pack their things. They put all the necessary daily necessities into the suitcase, dragged the suitcase out of the RV, and the old man led the way in front, while the two of them and their two pets followed behind.
The old man turned around and pointed to the RV. Chu Fang waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.
The RV isn't important; what's important is getting out of this place.
Along the way, Chu Fang made use of his "community bull" advantage, gesturing and trying his best to communicate with the old man, who in turn gestured back enthusiastically.
Watching the two chatting so enthusiastically with just gestures, Zhong Tingyue scratched her pretty face.
Why is that so strange?
This also illustrates that two people who are mutually attracted can still have a conversation even if they don't share a common language, while two people who don't click can't have a conversation even if they speak the same language.
Following the Tibetan man's footsteps, the group traversed mountains and valleys, walking along narrow paths until they finally arrived at a small village with only a dozen or so households. The houses were all in the distinctive Tibetan architectural style, exuding local and historical charm.
It seemed as if no strangers had visited this village in a long time. As they walked along the road, the residents cast curious glances at them. Chu Fang smiled at them, and the locals shrank back, looking somewhat shy and embarrassed.
After entering the village and walking a few steps, they came to a two-story wooden building, which was the home of a Tibetan old man. The old man invited them in, and as they entered, they saw an old woman with a slightly hunched back, doing farm work. She seemed a little surprised to see them, and the Tibetan old man and the old woman chatted for a long time in Tibetan. The old woman nodded quickly.
The old woman warmly invited them into her room. They walked into a bedroom, and through the light shining from outside, they saw a young woman in Tibetan clothing lying in the room. Her face was pale, but her eyes were particularly bright, like stars in the night sky.
The old woman spoke to the young woman again. The young woman looked at Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue and said in a very soft voice in broken Mandarin, "Hello."
"Hello, hello..." Hearing Mandarin, Chu Fang immediately felt a sense of warmth, finally finding someone to talk to. He quickly said, "My girlfriend and I are here on vacation, but our car broke down, and we can't get through on the phone. We're stuck here."
The young woman nodded: "It's too high an altitude here, so there's really no signal. However, the village chief has a telephone that you can use to make calls. You can also wait a few days; there will be a direct bus to the county seat that can take you there."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang nodded.
He thought for a moment. He and Zhong Tingyue had been missing for about ten days. Their relatives and friends must be extremely worried and probably searching for them frantically. He decided to make a call to let them know they were safe first.
He asked the young woman where the village chief was. The young woman called out softly, and the old man came in. He gestured for Chu Fang to come with him, while Zhong Tingyue shook her head, wanting to sit there for a while, so he let her be.
... ...
In Chu Fang's home in Chengdu, all the relatives and friends had come: his aunt, uncle, grandparents, maternal grandparents...
The elders' brows were furrowed, a lingering gloom hanging over them.
Chu Fang has disappeared...
For the first time ever, Chu's father lit a cigarette and remained silent, while sobs echoed through the room.
"Waaaaah..."
"My goodness, how did you disappear?"
"If you were gone, what would Mom do? I don't want to live anymore."
“... ..."
The one who reacted the most was Chu's mother; her eyes were almost red from crying, and she was practically limp on the bed, barely able to breathe.
"They're just missing. Maybe nothing worse will happen." Grandma gently patted Chu's mother's chest, just like she used to comfort her daughter when she was little.
Knowing her daughter as she did, she knew that if something really happened to her grandson, her daughter would be heartbroken for the rest of her life.
Chu's mother collapsed into her mother's arms, sobbing. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She ignored it, but the phone kept ringing for at least several tens of seconds.
Why are you calling me when I'm feeling really upset? Are you crazy?
Chu's mother grinned, answered the phone, and said angrily, "Are you out of your mind? Or is your own mother dead? Call, call, call! If you can't get through, it means you've dialed the wrong number, don't you understand? Have you never been educated?... ..."
But halfway through her sentence, Chu's mother suddenly had a thought: "Huh?"
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