Chapter 160 A World for Two (Bug Fix)
The next day, it was still dark.
Shu Ran woke up in an unfamiliar bed, feeling disoriented for a few seconds. The pillow smelled of clean bedding mixed with a faint scent of soap.
She turned over and heard noises coming from the next room—the sound of a stove hook poking at coal, the soft clanging of metal objects, and the sound of a kettle being placed on the stove.
She lay there motionless. It was quiet outside, with only the occasional distant crowing of a rooster, making the morning exceptionally peaceful.
She slept very well last night, much better than she expected. The hot water bottle kept it warm until the early hours of the morning, the blankets were thick, and the fireplace provided even heat distribution, so she didn't feel cold at all. She also didn't have trouble sleeping in the same bed, which was quite unusual.
Perhaps it's because she knows there's someone next door who makes her feel at ease.
She curled up in bed for a while longer before sitting up and getting dressed. There was a mirror and a comb on the table; she tied her hair into a simple ponytail. The water in the hot water bottle had cooled down, so she placed it on the bedside table and got up to fold the blankets.
Just as I finished folding the paper, there were two very soft knocks on the door.
"Awake?" Chen Yuanjiang's voice came through the door.
"Okay, I'm up," Shu Ran replied, walking over to open the door.
Chen Yuanjiang stood outside the door, his hair slightly damp as if he had just washed his face, holding an enamel mug in his hand, steam rising from the rim.
“The water for washing your face is by the stove in the main room,” he said. “Here, have some hot water first.”
Shu Ran took the jar and drank it in small sips, watching him turn around and go to the main room to fetch hot water.
The stove was burning brightly, making the main room warm and cozy. Two enamel basins sat on the floor beside the stove; one contained hot water, steaming, and the other contained cold water. A towel was draped over the wire beside the stove.
"You wash first." Chen Yuanjiang pushed the basin of hot water towards her, then walked to the octagonal table and turned his back to her to tidy up the teapot and teacups on the table.
Shu Ran didn't refuse and squatted down to start washing her face. The water temperature was just right, not too hot to touch. She washed her face quickly, and the water splashed as she wrung out the towel.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Chen Yuanjiang's voice came from behind. He was still wiping the table, moving slowly, as if trying to find something to say. "There are leftover dumplings from yesterday, which I can fry. There's also millet, which I can make porridge. I also have wheat flour, which I can use to make some pancakes."
"Either is fine." Shu Ran dried her face and draped the towel back over the wire. "Simple is fine."
"How about we fry some dumplings and make some porridge?" He turned around. "I'll also fry two eggs."
"Okay." Shu Ran poured the water from washing her face into the bucket next to her and carried the basin to the yard to empty it.
"Give it to me." Chen Yuanjiang walked over and took the basin. "It's cold outside, don't go out."
He carried the basin out the door, then quickly returned, his hands empty, a few snowflakes on his shoulder.
"It's snowing?" Shu Ran looked out the window. Sure enough, snow was falling from the gray sky.
"Yeah, it started snowing last night." Chen Yuanjiang patted the snow off his shoulder. "It should stop soon."
He went to the kitchen to get busy, and Shu Ran followed. The kitchen was warm, the fire on the stove was already lit, and millet porridge was simmering in a small pot. In another frying pan, the leftover dumplings from yesterday were sizzling as they were fried.
Chen Yuanjiang cracked eggs on the cutting board, stirring the egg mixture with chopsticks.
"Do you need my help?" Shu Ran asked, standing at the kitchen doorway.
"No need, it'll be ready soon." He said, sprinkling some salt into the beaten egg mixture. "Go sit and wait in the main room; it's too smoky here."
Shu Ran didn't leave; she leaned against the doorframe and watched him work. He was tall, so he had to bend over slightly when standing in front of the stove.
Very skilled. You can tell she's someone who cooks often.
"Do you often cook for yourself?" she asked.
"Hmm." Chen Yuanjiang didn't turn around, focusing intently on the dumplings in the pot. "During those years on the border, the dormitory had a stove, so we cooked for ourselves. Later, when I went to study in the capital, the place I stayed also had a small kitchen."
He placed the fried dumplings onto a plate, a golden and glistening dish. Then he poured the beaten egg mixture into the pan, where it quickly expanded, with golden-brown bubbles appearing around the edges. With a gentle push of the spatula, he flipped the omelet over, and the other side was fried to perfection.
"All done." He scooped out the fried egg, cut it into four pieces, and placed it next to the fried dumplings. The millet porridge was also ready.
The two carried the food to the octagonal table in the main room.
Chen Yuanjiang served Shu Ran a full bowl of porridge and pushed a plate of fried dumplings in front of her: "Eat more."
"You eat too." Shu Ran picked up a fried dumpling and put it in his bowl.
The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of people eating.
"What are the plans for today?" Shu Ran asked after finishing the last mouthful of porridge and putting down the bowl.
Chen Yuanjiang was clearing the dishes when he heard this and paused for a moment: "There's nothing special planned. Would you like to go out for a walk? The supply and marketing cooperative should still be open today, so you can buy some things. Or you can just stay at home."
He spoke the word "home" naturally, as if it came out of his mouth. But after saying it, he paused for a moment, then lowered his head to continue clearing the dishes, without looking at her.
Shu Ran pretended not to notice, thought for a moment and said, "It's snowing, so let's not go out. Staying at home is fine."
"Okay." Chen Yuanjiang replied quickly, carrying the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.
Shu Ran went over to help. He washed the dishes, and she dried them beside him. A layer of condensation covered the kitchen window, making the snow scene outside blurry.
“You have quite a lot of books here,” Shu Ran said casually while wiping the bowl. “I took a look in the study yesterday, and there are quite a few books that I’ve never seen before.”
“Some were brought back from abroad, and some were bought through intermediaries.” Chen Yuanjiang rinsed the foam off the dishes. “Take whatever you want to see. The rattan chair in the study is comfortable, and the stove is connected there, so it’s not cold.”
"Then I'll go take a look later."
After washing the dishes, Chen Yuanjiang went to the yard to shovel coal. Shu Ran dried her hands and went into the study.
The study was much tidier than she had seen in the fleeting glimpse the previous night. Two large bookshelves stood against the wall, their books neatly categorized—political works, military theory, history and geography, and some technical books on mechanics, agriculture, animal husbandry, and so on. The bottom shelf was crammed with documents and notebooks.
There was only a pen holder, a desk lamp, and an open notebook on the desk. The notebook was filled with writing, but Shu Ran didn't look at the contents closely; she only glanced at it, noting that the handwriting was very strong and vigorous.
She sat down in the wicker chair. The chair was indeed comfortable, with thick, soft cushions. The heat from the stove wafted through the fireplace, making the entire study warm and cozy.
She pulled a copy of "Frontier Geography" from the bookshelf and began to read it. It was an old book, but well-preserved.
After reading only a few pages, Chen Yuanjiang came in. He carried a tin thermos and placed it on the small table next to the desk: "I filled it with hot water for you. Remember to pour yourself some if you're thirsty."
"Thank you." Shu Ran looked up at him. "You go about your business, don't worry about me."
"Hmm." He sat down at the desk, opened the notebook, picked up the pen, and began to write something.
The study fell silent.
Shu Ran read for a while, and her eyes started to sting. She put down the book and looked out the window; the ground in the courtyard was already covered with a layer of white.
"Take a break if you get tired of reading." Chen Yuanjiang didn't look up, nor did he stop writing, but he seemed to be paying attention to her movements.
"It's alright," Shu Ran said. "This book is quite interesting. Have you read it?"
"Turn it over." Chen Yuanjiang then looked up at the book in her hand. "Some of the data is outdated, but the basic geographical overview can still be used as a reference."
Are many of your books about education?
“There are some, but not too many.” Chen Yuanjiang put down his pen, got up and walked to the bookshelf. He flipped through the second shelf, pulled out two books and handed them to her. “This one was compiled a few years ago, so the content is a bit outdated, but there are some methods in it that you can refer to. This one is internal material, and it’s more practical.”
Shu Ran took the document and flipped through it; it was indeed more detailed than the information she had. "Can I borrow it and take a look?"
"Take a look." Chen Yuanjiang sat back down at his desk. "Take any books you like from the study."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Shu Ran placed the two books on her lap and continued reading the geography book in her hand.
Lunch was simple: reheated leftovers from yesterday and a pot of noodles. After lunch, Chen Yuanjiang said he was going to the duty room at work to make a call and ask if there were any urgent notices in the next couple of days.
"Should I go with you?" Shu Ran asked.
“No need,” Chen Yuanjiang put on his coat. “You stay at home, I’ll be back soon.”
After he left, Shu Ran swept the floor of the main room. The snow was still falling, and a thick layer had already accumulated in the courtyard.
She stood at the door of the main room watching the snow for a while, then suddenly remembered something, turned around, went to the kitchen to find a broom, and pushed open the door to walk into the yard.
The snow was thick, crunching underfoot. She started shoveling, clearing a path from the doorway all the way to the gate. Halfway through, she was sweating.
Chen Yuanjiang returned just after she finished sweeping the snow in front of the yard. He saw her sweeping snow from afar, quickened his pace, and frowned when he reached the yard gate: "Why did you come out? It's so cold."
"Let's move around a bit, it's not cold." Shu Ran leaned on the broom, panting and laughing, "Look, it's all swept clean."
Chen Yuanjiang looked at her nose, which was red from the cold, without saying anything, and took the broom from her: "Go inside, I'll take care of the rest."
"It's almost done." Shu Ran refused to let go. "Let's finish sweeping it together."
Chen Yuanjiang looked at her for two seconds, then gave in and picked up a broom to sweep the snow alongside Shu Ran. "Then you sweep this side, and I'll sweep that side."
"Did you make the call?" Shu Ran asked.
"I called, and it's nothing serious," Chen Yuanjiang said. "The staff on duty said there's nothing to worry about these next few days, so we can enjoy the New Year."
"That's good."
They finished sweeping quickly. Chen Yuanjiang put the broom back under the shed, turned around and saw Shu Ran brushing the snow off herself, her hair covered in snowflakes.
He instinctively reached out to swat it away for her, but stopped halfway through and withdrew his hand in mid-air.
“There’s snow in my hair,” he said.
"Oh." Shu Ran patted her hand. "Is it done?"
"Okay." Chen Yuanjiang pulled Shu Ran's scarf tighter. "Let's go inside, it's cold outside."
The two spent the afternoon in the study. Chen Yuanjiang continued writing his materials, while Shu Ran continued reading. When she came across something interesting, she would read it aloud and discuss it with Chen Yuanjiang.
“Look here,” she said, pointing to a passage in the book. “This author from an ethnic minority group also said that the low enrollment rate of children in pastoral areas is not only because of the long distance, but also because parents feel that going to school is useless and that it is better to stay at home and help herd sheep.”
“Yes.” Chen Yuanjiang looked up. “That’s the actual situation. When I was a child, my family thought the same thing.”
"So how did you study after that?"
"Later..." Chen Yuanjiang paused, "Later, my parents passed away, and the old commander took me away and sent me to school. At first, I didn't know anything, and I couldn't even speak Chinese fluently."
He put it simply, but Shu Ran could imagine how difficult it would be for a child from a pastoral area who had lost his parents to suddenly enter a completely unfamiliar environment.
"It wasn't easy," she said softly.
“It’s all in the past.” Chen Yuanjiang continued writing with his head down. “Looking back now, I realize that being able to study was a stroke of luck.”
Shu Ran didn't ask any more questions, and continued reading with her head down, and the study became quiet again.
As evening approached, the snow stopped. Chen Yuanjiang put down his pen and rubbed his wrists: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Shu Ran looked up from her book and glanced out the window: "Just make something simple. Or should I cook for you?"
"No need, you rest." Chen Yuanjiang stood up. "I'll go see what dishes are available."
He went to the kitchen, and Shu Ran closed her book and followed him. In the kitchen, Chen Yuanjiang was taking things out of the cupboard—a piece of beef, a few potatoes, a handful of dried green beans, and two onions.
"Beef stew with potatoes?" he asked.
"Okay." Shu Ran rolled up her sleeves. "I'll chop the vegetables."
This time, Chen Yuanjiang didn't refuse. He handed her the knife and went to start a fire. Shu Ran cut the potatoes into chunks, the beef into cubes, and the onions into slices.
Chen Yuanjiang poured some oil into the pot, and once the oil was hot, he added the meat to stir-fry. The aroma immediately wafted out, mixed with the fragrance of scallions and ginger, filling the entire kitchen.
"It smells so good." Shu Ran sniffed.
"Are you hungry?" Chen Yuanjiang turned to look at her, a smile in his eyes. "It'll be ready soon."
While waiting for their meal, the two leaned against the kitchen doorframe and chatted idly. They talked about trivial things: whose child in the workplace got into a good school, whose elderly relative was sick, and what new goods had arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative.
It was an ordinary conversation, but as Shu Ran listened, she felt an indescribable sense of peace.
In the livestock company, she had to work hard to prove herself and gain a foothold. At the division headquarters and in V city, life was busy; she had to write reports, go to the grassroots level, and deal with all kinds of relationships and pressures.
Such aimless chatter is almost unheard of.
"The food is ready." Chen Yuanjiang lifted the lid of the pot, and steam rose up, making the aroma even more intense. He stirred it with a spatula, picked up a piece with his chopsticks to taste the saltiness, and said, "It's ready."
The two carried the food to the main room. It was stewed until tender, the potatoes soaked up the broth, and the green beans were also very flavorful. They ate it with rice, feeling completely satisfied.
After dinner, Chen Yuanjiang, as usual, wouldn't let Shu Ran wash the dishes. Shu Ran didn't insist; she sat in the main room, brewed a pot of tea, and waited for him to finish washing the dishes.
It was completely dark outside the window.
Chen Yuanjiang finished washing the dishes and sat down opposite Shu Ran. The two drank tea in silence, neither of them speaking, and just sat there quietly.
"Chen Yuanjiang," Shu Ran suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"Thank you," she said. "I had a very happy New Year."
Chen Yuanjiang's gaze fell on her face. "I'm very happy too."
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away.
"Tomorrow," Chen Yuanjiang paused, "will you still be here tomorrow?"
"I have to go back to work on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year," Shu Ran thought for a moment. "I should go back to my dorm. I need to get ready."
"Okay," Chen Yuanjiang responded, his voice a little muffled. "Then I'll take you."
"good."
Another silence followed.
“How about…” Chen Yuanjiang suddenly said, “I’ll take you out for a walk tomorrow? There are a few interesting places in V City.”
Where to?
“There’s an old city wall, it’s dilapidated, but you can see the whole city from the top. There’s also a flea market, it’s open for the next few days of the New Year, you can find some strange and unusual things there.” Chen Yuanjiang said, his tone filled with anticipation. “If you want to go, we can go in the morning and come back in the afternoon, so it won’t keep you from packing.”
Seeing the expectation in his eyes, Shu Ran's heart softened, and she smiled, "Okay. Let's go for a walk then."
Chen Yuanjiang smiled slightly and lowered his head to drink his tea. But Shu Ran could tell that he was in a good mood.
After finishing their tea, the two sat for a while longer before washing up and resting.
Shu Ran lay on the bed, listening to the sounds coming from the next room. Chen Yuanjiang stirred the fire, checked the doors and windows, and then returned to his own room.
The footsteps were very light, and the door closed very quietly.
On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, the snow stopped and the sky cleared up.
When Shu Ran woke up, she heard noises coming from the kitchen. She got up, dressed, and opened the door to find Chen Yuanjiang busy at the stove. A pot was sitting on the stove, cooking something inside, with steam escaping from the edge of the lid.
"The porridge will be ready soon." Chen Yuanjiang turned to look at her. "I also made some pancakes, they're in the basket. You can eat first."
Shu Ran walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot and looked inside. It was millet porridge, cooked until thick. Next to it were several pancakes, golden and shiny, still steaming.
"You're up so early?" she asked.
"I'm used to it." Chen Yuanjiang ladled the porridge into a bowl. "Let's go sit down and eat in the main room; it's too smoky here."
Shu Ran carried the porridge and pancakes to the main room. The pancakes were scallion pancakes, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.
Chen Yuanjiang also brought over a bowl of porridge and sat down opposite her. The two ate their breakfast in silence.
"The weather's nice today," Shu Ran said. "Perfect timing to go out."
"Okay." Chen Yuanjiang nodded. "We'll leave after we finish eating. We'll go to the city wall in the morning, eat out for lunch, and then go to the flea market in the afternoon before I take you back to your dorm."
"good."
After finishing their meal, Chen Yuanjiang drove Shu Ran to the hospital, leaving two tire tracks on the snow.
There weren't many people on the streets, with only the occasional person visiting relatives and friends carrying gifts passing by.
It took about twenty minutes to reach the city wall. It's called a city wall, but in reality, only a section of earthen rampart remains.
Chen Yuanjiang parked the car by the roadside and led Shu Ran up a small path worn into the ground. The snow was quite deep, reaching above their ankles. Chen Yuanjiang walked ahead, letting Shu Ran follow.
"Be careful, it's slippery here." He turned around and said, reaching out to support her. "Let's go this way, the snow is shallower here."
Shu Ran followed him, climbing step by step. When she reached the top of the city wall, she was slightly out of breath. Chen Yuanjiang was already standing there, waiting for her to come up.
“Look,” he said, pointing ahead.
Shu Ran looked in the direction he pointed.
The entire city of V was spread out before us, and beyond that, the Gobi Desert and snow-capped mountains stretched into the distance. Everything was covered in snow, a vast expanse of white.
"It's so beautiful," Shu Ran said softly.
"If you can see far ahead, you can be more open-minded."
Shu Ran turned to look at him. He stood by the city wall, gazing calmly into the distance, lost in thought.
"Have you been here before?" she asked.
“Yes,” Chen Yuanjiang said, “Sometimes standing here and thinking about things makes me feel much calmer.”
Shu Ran didn't speak, but also looked into the distance. The expansive view made her feel more open-minded.
The two stood on the city wall for a while, then Chen Yuanjiang walked up to Shu Ran and said, "Go down, don't get cold."
Going down the city wall was harder than going up; the snow was slippery. Chen Yuanjiang walked ahead, making sure each step was steady, before turning back to look at her: "Follow my footsteps, and go slowly."
Shu Ran followed his footprints, moving down step by step. When she reached a steep slope, her foot slipped, and she fell forward.
Chen Yuanjiang reacted quickly, turning around and grabbing her arm, pulling her forcefully. The force was so great that Shu Ran bumped into his arms, her nose hitting his chest, which hurt a little.
A few seconds later, Chen Yuanjiang released his grip, took half a step back, and his ears turned slightly red: "Are you alright?"
"It's nothing." Shu Ran smoothed her wind-blown hair. "Thank you so much, otherwise I would have had a close encounter with the earth."
"It's slippery here, hold on tight to me," Chen Yuanjiang said, extending his arm over.
Shu Ran took his arm, Chen Yuanjiang walked ahead, and she followed behind, walking down step by step.
Upon reaching the foot of the city wall, Shu Ran let go of his hand, and Chen Yuanjiang also lowered his arm.
"Where to next?" Shu Ran asked.
"Let's go eat," Chen Yuanjiang said. "I know a small restaurant that makes really good mutton soup."
"good."
The small restaurant was located in a narrow alley; the storefront wasn't large, but it was very clean. The owner, a middle-aged man, recognized Chen Yuanjiang and greeted him with a smile as he entered: "Cadre Chen is here? Oh, and you've brought comrades with you? Please come in, please come in!"
There were only three or four tables in the shop. The two of them found a table against the wall and sat down. The owner handed them a menu, which was actually just a small blackboard with a few dishes written on it in chalk.
"Two bowls of mutton soup, and two naan breads," Chen Yuanjiang ordered, then asked Shu Ran, "Anything else?"
"That's enough," Shu Ran said.
The owner responded and went to the kitchen to get busy. Soon, two large bowls of mutton soup were served. The soup was milky white, topped with cilantro and scallions, and the mutton was thinly sliced and piled high. The naan was also sprinkled with sesame seeds and emitted a fragrant aroma.
"Try it." Chen Yuanjiang handed her the chopsticks.
Shu Ran picked up a piece of mutton and put it in her mouth. It was stewed until tender and soft, without any gamey or greasy taste. The soup was also delicious, and a sip warmed her to the core. Shu Ran broke off a small piece of naan and soaked it in the soup. It absorbed the broth and tasted especially good.
“It’s delicious,” she said.
“Hmm, I’ve eaten here before. It seems we have similar tastes.” Chen Yuanjiang also buried his head in his food.
The two of them ate until they were sweating profusely. After finishing their meal, paying the bill, and leaving the restaurant, it was already past three in the afternoon.
"Go to the flea market?" Chen Yuanjiang asked.
"good."
The flea market had everything. Shu Ran stopped in front of a stall selling used books. The stall owner was an old man wearing reading glasses, looking down at an old book.
"Comrade, feel free to look around," the old man said without looking up.
Shu Ran squatted down and looked through the books. Most of them were old and worn, some missing pages, some moldy, but there were many kinds, including novels, textbooks, and some technical manuals. She flipped through them for a while and picked one out.
How much is this book?
The old man looked up and said, "Five points."
Shu Ran paid for it. After flipping through it for a while, she found a book called "Frontier Folk Songs Collection," handwritten, with yellowed pages. She looked through it and found many folk songs from ethnic minorities, some with musical notation.
"What about this one?"
"One cent," the old man said. "This is a good thing; it took me a lot of effort to collect it."
Shu Ran bought some too. Chen Yuanjiang followed behind her, watching her choose books without saying a word. Only after she finished buying did he ask, "Do you want to look at anything else?"
"Let's wander around some more."
The market wasn't large, and it was quickly circulated. Shu Ran ended up with several more sample books.
"That's enough," she said. "Let's go back."
"good."
There were more people on the streets, mostly people returning from visiting relatives and friends.
"Are you happy today?" Chen Yuanjiang suddenly asked.
"I'm happy." Shu Ran turned her head to look at him. "Thank you for bringing me out."
Chen Yuanjiang smiled but didn't say anything. But Shu Ran could tell that he was in a good mood.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when I got back to the courtyard.
"Pack your things first," Chen Yuanjiang said as he parked his bicycle. "I'll take you home after dinner tonight."
"good."
Shu Ran returned to her guest room and began packing her things. She didn't have much, so she finished quickly.
Outside the window, Chen Yuanjiang was busy in the yard. She looked at his back and suddenly felt a pang of reluctance and a touch of nostalgia.
But she didn't think about it carefully and got up to go to the main room.
Chen Yuanjiang had already entered the house. He sat on the kettle, turned around and saw her: "Are you all ready?"
"Um."
Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight?
"Just make something simple," Shu Ran said. "I'll help."
The two of them cooked dinner together—stir-fried shredded potatoes, stir-fried meat and vegetables, and boiled a pot of noodles.
After dinner, Chen Yuanjiang washed the dishes, and Shu Ran tidied up the main room. By the time everything was finished, it was completely dark.
"I'll take you back." Chen Yuanjiang put on his coat.
"good."
Shu Ran carried the net bag and went out with him.
Neither of the two people in the car spoke.
Upon arriving at the Education Bureau dormitory, Chen Yuanjiang and Shu Ran got out of the car together.
“I’m going up,” she said.
"Start work on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year?"
"Um."
"Then... shall I pick you up on the evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year?" Chen Yuanjiang said. "Let's have a meal together."
Shu Ran paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
Chen Yuanjiang stood still and said, "Your stove is out, right? I'll go and start a fire in it."
Shu Ran felt a warmth in her heart and nodded.
The dormitory was deserted; the stove was out, and the temperature was so low you could breathe out your breath.
Chen Yuanjiang told Shu Ran to rest aside, then took an iron bucket to the coal shed in the courtyard and shoveled a full bucket of coal. After entering the house, he asked, "How do you usually get coal in here?"
Shu Ran scoffed, "I can carry half a bucket."
Chen Yuanjiang patted the dust off his hands and instructed, "That's amazing. I'll come and replenish the coal for you in a few days. Don't turn off the fire when you're not here. Cover it with coal dust, and then add more coal when you come back. That way, the house won't be cold."
After Chen Yuanjiang finished speaking, he lit the coal in the furnace. As if remembering something, he said, "No need to conserve coal."
Shu Ran joked, "The big boss keeps writing about coal buckets for me every few days. It doesn't look good on me."
Chen Yuanjiang rolled his eyes at her, but smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I'm leaving. Get some rest."
"Be careful on the road."
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