Chapter 82: Close the position.
As soon as the road down the mountain opened, Li Mushi returned to Haishi.
Jing Ge smiled and said goodbye to him.
The man glanced at her with indifferent eyes, intending to say a few more words of advice, but when he met her foxy eyes, he swallowed them all back.
Jing Ge extended his hand: "Bye-bye."
Li Mushi looked away and said, "Mm."
The girl stood alone and frail in the cold wind, her nose red from the cold. Li Mushi ignored her previous mischievousness and asked, "Do you have enough money?"
Jing Ge was about to nod when, as if remembering something, he shook his head: "I still have some on my phone, but no cash."
"Hmm." Li Mushi took out his wallet and handed her all the cash inside. "A New Year's red envelope."
A thick stack.
Jingge hesitated for two seconds before taking it: "I brought you a gift."
Li Mushi: "No need."
Jing Ge said to himself, "If you don't specify, I'll choose according to my own preferences."
"......"
She neither thanked him nor used polite language, and she had a stubborn streak of refusing to do whatever he said. Li Mushi even began to wonder if he had offended her somehow without realizing it.
“Keep your phone on,” Li Mushi said in a deep voice. “If you don’t want to answer your dad’s calls, just block him.”
Jing Ge's expression couldn't help but crack.
Would someone with his dogmatic personality say something like "block"?
He should have taught her to respect her elders.
“If he asks about it,” Jingge said deliberately, “I’ll just say you taught him, and he’ll be afraid of you.”
Li Mushi said calmly, "Yes, I'll cover for you if he asks." We're all in the same boat, so it doesn't matter if it happens once or twice.
Jingge couldn't remember anyone else in her life who had spoiled her like this.
She was so indulgent that she wanted to push her luck.
The palpitations had nowhere to hide; like a wild rabbit released from its cage, they leaped about, making Jingge uncomfortable.
"...I want to go back with you."
"Let's have some fun."
"......"
The helicopter kicked up snow from the ground, sending it swirling into the air.
The man's hair was blown into disarray, and his dark silhouette gradually disappeared from view.
Three days after Li Mushi left, Jing Ge fell into an unprecedented state, unable to appreciate any scenery, no matter how beautiful or novel it was.
I miss you no matter where I go.
Thinking of Li Mushi.
I'm dying to think about it.
Wang Weiran looked at her and smiled. Jing Ge pursed her lips and said honestly, "I don't want to play anymore."
Wang Weiran: "I can tell."
Every time the tour group changed to a different attraction, Jingge would take a picture of the attraction and send it along with the location information to Li Mushi.
The man would reply with an "Mmm" to indicate that he had received it.
That day, Jing Ge and Wang Weiran bought some small items at the entrance of the scenic area.
Jing Ge paid in cash, a total of 35 yuan. The shopkeeper held up a 100-yuan bill to check its authenticity, while glancing at her and asking, "Do you have any change?"
Thinking he couldn't find the money, Jing Ge said, "How about I scan the code with my phone?"
The shopkeeper returned the money to her: "Okay, it's hard to find change, I don't have enough."
Jingge expressed his understanding.
Back on the bus, Zhang Siming greeted them: "What did you buy?"
Jingge showed it to him.
The bus driver then asked, "Which stall did you buy it from? Don't buy something too expensive."
Jing Ge: "A couple selling them at the entrance."
The driver stammered, "How...how did you pay?"
Jing Ge and Wang Weiran were both stunned: "Scan the code? What's wrong?"
"That's good," the driver laughed. "Cash is easily replaced with counterfeit money."
Jing Ge: "......"
Wang Weiran was shocked: "What do you mean? Jing Ge gave him cash, saying he couldn't make change, so he scanned a QR code."
Hearing this, Zhang Siming reached out his hand: "Let me see the money."
Jingge quickly handed him the hundred-yuan note: "This is for him..."
The driver shook his head: "It's gone through him, it's too late."
Zhang Siming rubbed it between the front and back, his expression serious: "It's definitely fake."
"..." Jing Ge was stunned for a moment, then turned to get out of the car, "I'm going to settle the score with him!"
The driver didn't open the door, and advised, "Forget it, it's no use."
Wang Weiran was also annoyed: "Call the police! Why is that useless?"
“It’s no use,” the driver said meaningfully, unwilling to say more. “Don’t go, they all carry knives.”
Jing Ge: "".
The other members of the tour group on the bus also tried to persuade him.
Zhang Siming: "It's okay, I'll get you a real one."
Jing Ge shook his head, suppressing his anger.
He didn't replace it, so why should we take his?
Back in her seat, Jingge felt so stupid that her eyes welled up with tears. It was fine if her fellow travelers didn't comfort her, but if they did, she felt like she had lost money and face.
Wang Weiran cleared his throat and squeezed her hand: "Forget it, it's just a hundred yuan. As long as we're alright, that's all that matters."
Jingge whispered, "Embarrassing."
Wang Weiran wanted to laugh: "You don't even like anyone in this car, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Jing Ge thought about it and agreed.
This little incident allowed Jingge to temporarily escape from her longing and enter the next attraction with a touch of melancholy.
As dusk fell, Jing Ge received a call from Li Mushi.
After the initial surprise, Jingge immediately realized that she had forgotten to let Li Mu know she was safe.
Finding a quiet corner, Jingge answered the call.
Beyond the mountains, the air was filled with a cold blue hue, and the wind that brushed past his ears brought the chill of the snow-capped mountains, yet Jingge's ear, pressed against the phone, couldn't help but feel hot.
"Li Mushi," she called softly.
The man paused for a few seconds, not speaking immediately, as if too lazy to argue with her anymore. He didn't correct her form of address, and calmly asked, "Where are we?"
“The guesthouse,” Jingge said, head down, kicking at a patch of frozen mud with the tip of his shoe. “Just arrived.”
Li Mushi: "Remember to let me know you're safe."
Jing Ge: "I will. If you don't call, I'll send it later."
There was a moment of silence before a stern voice said, "It needs to be regular. Usually it's three a day, but today there haven't been any. That's abnormal."
Abnormalities always indicate something unsettling.
Thinking of the embarrassing thing, Jing Ge suddenly shut up.
There was a two-second pause on the other end, followed by a lowered voice as if realizing something unusual: "Jing Ge?"
“…It’s nothing,” Jingge said, reluctant to talk about it. “I just forgot, don’t ask…”
Li Mushi's thick eyebrows furrowed, his anger rising: "Am I meddling in other people's business?"
Jing Ge was speechless.
This is completely irrelevant.
"I've been tricked, okay?" Jing Ge said, getting angrier and angrier. "I've been angry all day, and in the process, I forgot to let you know I was safe!"
A sudden silence.
A moment later, the man asked, "What did you buy for 135 yuan?"
Jing Ge's burning sensation, which had finally subsided, flared up again, and he snapped, "Li Mushi!!!"
The electric current rustled.
Whether it was her imagination or the wind in the suburbs was too strong, Jingge thought she heard a man laughing.
A very soft, low laugh.
Jing Ge's neck and cheeks flushed: "I just got to the guesthouse and found they have it here too, only five yuan a piece. I'm already in such a bad situation, and you're still laughing at me."
"No one's laughing at you, it's good that you're alright. It's cold outside," the man's faint smile seemed like an illusion. "Go back to your room early."
Jing Ge: "How did you know I was outside?"
Li Mushi: "The sound of the wind."
Jingge was impressed by his keen insight.
After hanging up the phone, Jingge received a money transfer on his phone.
From Li Mushi.
His message also read: "[Buy a few more five-yuan packs, then close out my position.]"
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