Chapter 77 Uncle?
Wang Weiran's hometown was just removed from the list of impoverished counties last year, and due to its unique topography and scenery, it has begun to vigorously develop its tourism industry.
Jingge had a very lively New Year.
Wang Weiran's fiancé was supposed to come over on the first day of the Lunar New Year to propose marriage. On New Year's Eve, Jing Ge squeezed into her bed and used his icy feet to freeze her, causing Wang Weiran to scream in agony.
"You should find a man soon," Wang Weiran kicked the hot water bottle to her feet, "to replenish your yang energy."
Jingge put his arm around her waist and mumbled, "No, you're so warm."
Wang Weiran got goosebumps: "Please, find a boyfriend. Men are more caring. You're already 22. Just treat it as a pastime."
“Sigh,” Jingge thought of her ex, “how did you break up with him?”
Wang Weiran scoffed: "One day, he texted me and asked what I was doing. I said I was eating. He asked me what I ate, and I said braised fish. He said I was really rich."
"......"
“He’ll change his mind instantly,” Wang Weiran said. “He’d be happy if I just ate braised fish, but he’d only be happy if I ate shit, right?”
Jing Ge nodded, agreeing with her point of view.
Wang Weiran: "He feels bad even when I spend my own money. I can't even imagine what it will be like to spend his money in the future."
Jing Ge nodded.
Wang Weiran: "This guy just loves to give me money. The other day I gave someone a ride on a ridesharing service and earned 120 yuan. He just transferred it to me like an idiot. Suddenly I wanted to live a good life with him."
Jing Ge nodded.
Wang Weiran was amused by her: "How did you divide that?"
“We didn’t talk,” Jing Ge covered his ears. “It’s not even a proper discussion, so don’t mention him.”
Wang Weiran: "It seems unpleasant."
Jingge nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.
Wang Weiran patted her head: "If you can't find someone you like, just find someone who is good to you. 'Being good to you' is something that can be quantified, so even if you break up, you won't lose out."
The betrothal ceremony on the first day of the lunar new year was extremely lively. The groom's family showed great sincerity and did not reduce the formalities even in this small, not very wealthy town. Wang Weiran's parents were also very generous, adding twice the amount of betrothal gifts to their daughter's dowry.
A loving family raises a girl who loves home, and Wang Weiran returned here as soon as she graduated.
After setting the wedding date, Wang Weiran and Jing Ge joined the tour group together.
Even after that tactful rejection, Zhang Siming's attitude remained unchanged, seemingly encouraged by his team members and not defeated by the rejection.
Our itinerary after the New Year was to go up the mountain. We had booked the guesthouse in advance so that we could get up early to watch the sunrise from the summit.
It snowed heavily on the very first night we entered the mountains.
The blizzard came suddenly, catching everyone off guard. Relevant departments issued a notice that, for the safety of tourists, the routes up and down the mountain would be temporarily closed, and the cable car would be unable to operate.
Jing Ge and his group drank tea and enjoyed the snow at the inn, waiting for the weather to clear up.
The snow stopped on the evening of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and the sun rose over the mountains on the fifth day.
Around noon, a helicopter circled around the guesthouse. Jingge asked in surprise, "Does the scenic area offer this service?"
“No way,” Wang Weiran shrugged. “We don’t have any helicopters in our entire county.”
Zhang Siming laughed: "Did the relevant departments come to check if we're safe?"
The signal is extremely poor on the mountain, and the blizzard has broken many cables, so communication has been almost completely cut off for the past few days.
The helicopter circled a few times, but couldn't find a suitable place to land, so it flew down the mountain again.
The guesthouse owner prepared a pheasant hotpot for them. When she went to dig out the frozen pheasant from the snowdrift, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Jing Ge and the others looked in the direction of the sound.
The mountain path was shrouded in white, and the strange rocks covered by the path vaguely resembled precipitous cliffs. The pines and cypresses were clustered into smooth, mushroom-shaped clusters.
At the end of the mountain path, which is visible in the distance, a black figure leans on a hiking stick and walks step by step towards the guesthouse through the thick snow.
The proprietress covered her mouth: "My goodness, how did this get here?"
The shadow looked increasingly familiar, and Jing Ge dropped the playing cards in his hand, unconsciously standing up.
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.
They got another ten meters or so closer.
Jing Ge opened and closed his mouth several times, his voice seemingly swallowed by heavy snow, before finally managing to squeeze out, "Uncle?"
All was silent.
The man stopped, gripping his hiking stick in his hand, his dark eyes icy cold.
Jing Ge's leaden legs finally regained feeling. He almost fell while running down the steps, and didn't even have time to walk on the shoveled snow path. He waded straight ahead.
The road into the mountains was still closed, so Li Mushi probably took a small path. His legs were covered in mud and snow, some of which had already melted, and his pants were wet.
She also had a bag slung over her shoulder.
Jing Ge, panting, said, "Uncle, Uncle, I didn't see that wrong, did I..."
The man exuded a chilling aura, his appearance unusually fierce, and asked her, "Where's your phone?"
"...It's not on," Jing Ge shrugged. "The signal's bad here too. Uncle, are you here to see me?"
Li Mushi: "I'll play."
Jing Ge: "".
He really came to see her.
But why did you come looking for her?
"Don't stand there," the proprietress said warmly. "Come in and change your clothes. If you stay in the cold for too long, you'll have to have your limbs amputated."
Upon hearing this, Jingge became anxious and grabbed his arm, saying, "Uncle, let's go inside first. Don't be angry. No matter what happened, it was all my fault. Please change your clothes first, okay?"
She was soft and weak, and with a combination of support and tugging, she even snatched his hiking poles away.
Li Mushi's face was so gloomy that it was impossible to calm him down.
Before Jing Ge could explain to Wang Weiran and the others, fearing that Li Mushi would catch a cold, he pulled him towards the room.
Zhang Siming stopped him halfway: "Let's go to my room."
Jing Ge lives with Wang Weiran.
The room in the girl's house is not very suitable.
Jingge forgot when he got anxious.
"No, no," Jing Ge quickly looked at the landlady, "I remember there are still vacant rooms, could you please book a new one for me?"
Li Mushi is a germaphobe, and I'm afraid he'll feel uncomfortable.
The landlady immediately gave her a new room key.
Jing Ge didn't give Li Mushi a chance to speak the whole way. He pushed and shoved him, remembering the landlady's warning about amputation, afraid that if he was a step too late, the man's superior and handsome long legs would be gone.
Jing Ge didn't leave while he was taking a shower; he leaned against the bathroom door, full of questions.
“My parents call as soon as I turn my phone on,” Jing Ge muttered. “They know both of my numbers. Since no one else is calling me and the signal is bad here, I just turn my phone off… Have you tried to contact me?”
The door was suddenly pulled open.
The room was heated, and the man was dressed neatly in a white short-sleeved shirt and black casual trousers. If it weren't for his still-dripping hair, you would never have guessed he had just come from the bathroom.
"Uncle," Jingge said clingily, "Uncle, please don't be angry..."
Li Mushi ignored her, took a towel to dry his hair, and walked into the room, avoiding her.
Jingge followed along, the little kitten looking up at its owner like an angel, calling out, "Uncle, Uncle..."
Li Mushi threw the towel on the table, his expression softening somewhat, unlike the stern look he had when he saw her: "You can come out to play, but you should explain things clearly."
Jing Ge whispered, "Who can I explain this to?"
“No matter who it is,” Li Mushi said in a deep voice, “even if it’s your parents, you need to make things clear. Otherwise, when it gets to me, all that will be left is the conclusion that you were abducted to the mountains by a man.”
"......"
Grass.
Who spread this? It's so outrageous.
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