Chapter 61 The Tsunami Travelers: Xing Ze, Mu Tingyu. —Itinerary…
The sky is high and the land is vast, the sky is clear for thousands of miles.
The beach in July was bathed in sunlight, the sea breeze softening the intense heat and bringing a sense of freedom. The sea was a vast, clear blue, stretching as far as the eye could see, seemingly welcoming all who came seeking its beauty, and watching with serene acceptance as anyone departed.
Inside the low-ceilinged house surrounded by white-tiled walls, Mu Tingyu stood on the podium and finished her last lesson in Shitang Village.
When class ended, the children didn't scatter as usual, but instead gathered around her, refusing to leave. Seven or eight little hands grabbed her clothes and trousers, making her stand in the middle like a large tree trunk.
Mu Tingyu was both amused and exasperated, reaching out to touch this one and rub that one: "What are you doing? get out of class is over, go home quickly."
"Teacher Mu, I can't bear to part with you." A little girl, her eyes red, clung to her hand, refusing to let go. "Why won't you teach us to read anymore?"
"Teacher Mu, can you please not leave?"
The child's voice was tender, and he looked at her with hopeful eyes.
Mu Tingyu lowered her head, straightened her pigtails, and said with a smile, "Teacher is going home now."
“This can be your home too,” the little girl insisted, pulling her along. “Why don’t you make this your home?”
As if this sentence had started it, the children all chimed in, trying to persuade the children to stay.
"Teacher Mu, please don't leave. I want you to continue teaching us..."
"Teacher Mu, you haven't taught me how to draw yet, how can you go back on your word?"
"Teacher Mu, you can stay at Brother Xingze's house indefinitely, or he can move somewhere else so you can stay, okay?"
"Teacher Mu, please don't go, I don't want you to leave..."
I don't know which child started crying, but everyone around us instantly had red eyes, like a bunch of little rabbits.
"Hey, hey, don't cry." Mu Tingyu hurriedly took out tissues from her pocket and wiped the tears streaming down the children's faces. "It's not like you won't see your teacher again. When you grow up and can go out on your own, you'll have lots and lots of opportunities to see me, right?"
Her tone was helpless, but her eyes were quietly reddening.
The little girl sobbed uncontrollably, "Will you come back to see us in the future?"
Mu Tingyu paused for a moment, then patted her head and assured her, "If there's a chance, I definitely will."
The children all looked at her with red eyes, and none of them wanted to leave.
"Alright," Mu Tingyu laughed. "Children, all good things must come to an end—meaning that everyone may leave, but we may also meet again. Let's meet again after you've all grown up, okay?"
"Teacher promises to always remember you, and you promise teacher that you will strive to become the people you want to be, okay?"
The children, whether they understood or not, nodded repeatedly as they looked at her bright smile.
Zhuang Ren stood silently to the side for a long time before stepping forward to shoo them away: "Alright, alright, go back now. Teacher Mu is busy packing her things, so don't bother her."
He herded the children like ducks, and they reluctantly left, turning back to look at him every few steps.
Mu Tingyu stood at the door waving goodbye, while Yu Li walked at the very back, glanced back at her, and then walked back.
"Teacher Mu," he called out.
"What's wrong?" Mu Tingyu looked at him with a smile. "Is there something you want to say to the teacher?"
The little boy suddenly stepped forward, hugged her waist, and his voice was muffled.
"Teacher Mu, I will study hard and then come to see you."
Mu Tingyu was taken aback, then smiled and gently stroked his fluffy head, saying softly, "Okay, teacher believes you. Teacher's home is in Hangzhou, I'll wait for you there, okay?"
Yu Li nodded heavily, then ran away without looking back.
Only Mu Tingyu and Zhuang Ren remained at the door.
The room had been tidied up just moments before; the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, the blackboard was spotless, as if no one had been there. Zhuang Ren silently took out his key and locked the door.
He slowly turned the key, while Mu Tingyu stood to the side, ready to say goodbye.
Before she could speak, Zhuang Ren spoke up in a low voice.
"Teacher Mu."
She responded instinctively.
"...I had so many things I wanted to say to you."
Zhuang Ren had his back to her, his head lowered, looking at the key on the door, and remained silent for two seconds.
"...But then I thought about it again, and maybe telling you would bother you."
Mu Tingyu opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"......."
He seemed to chuckle self-deprecatingly, pulled out the key with force, turned around to look at her, and said, "So I won't say anything more."
"Thank you for being willing to teach the children," a smile appeared on his fair face, as youthful as ever, yet now carrying an indescribable ease.
"I wish you all the best in the future."
Mu Tingyu slowly smiled as well.
"Thank you, you too."
"Go on," Zhuang Ren gestured to her. "Brother Xing is waiting for you at the door."
Mu Tingyu turned her head and saw Xing Ze leaning against the door, arms crossed, looking at them with a rather displeased expression.
She silently curved the corners of her mouth into a smile, nodded at him, and turned to leave when she heard Zhuang Ren ask again from behind, "Is Brother Xing coming with you?"
"......."
She stopped in her tracks, turned around, winked at him, and then smiled.
Zhuang Ren stood there, stunned.
The girl's white T-shirt fluttered in the wind, and her hair shone with a warm orange-yellow hue in the sunlight. Like a lively and adorable little bird, she ran straight to the man at the door and then opened her arms to hug him.
The man lowered his head and said something to her, his expression gentle and doting. Then he intimately put his arm around her and walked forward until their figures disappeared through the door.
Zhuang Ren came to his senses, and his expression slowly became complicated.
-
A gentle sea breeze caressed her, and the setting sun softened the light. Mu Tingyu sat on the back of the bicycle, squinting her eyes and swinging her legs happily.
"What were you talking about with Zhuang Ren just now? Why were you laughing so happily?"
A man's voice came from the front.
Hearing this, her eyes crinkled into a smile, and she tickled his waist. "I said goodbye, you big jealous king."
"Don't touch me," Xing Ze said. "You'll fall down if you do."
"You're not ticklish, are you?" Mu Tingyu laughed and tickled her again.
"Also, did Yu Li hug you too?"
"I hugged them!" Mu Tingyu puffed out her cheeks and said loudly, "—The whole class hugged them! You can be jealous of them all!"
"......."
Xing Ze didn't speak, but his soft laughter drifted over on the gentle breeze.
After returning home, Mu Tingyu said she needed to use the restroom, jumped off her bicycle, and went upstairs.
"Dinner will be ready soon," Xing Ze reminded her from behind.
"Okay!" she replied loudly.
She walked up to the second floor without stopping, went straight to the third floor, entered the room, passed by the bathroom door, and knelt down by the bed.
The bedside table was pulled open—the little box lay there quietly.
She picked it up, without even thinking of finding scissors, and directly used her fingernail to scratch the gap. After scratching it a few times with force, the transparent plastic film could not withstand the pressure and was torn open by her.
She deftly opened the box and poured out three sealed, small, thin sheets with a circular protrusion in the center.
"......."
She subconsciously licked her lips and heard her own heart beating a little fast.
Then, she stuffed the loose plastic wrap and box back into the cabinet, lifted the pillow, tucked the three small pieces underneath, and covered it up tightly.
After finishing everything, she took a soft breath and left the room.
Dinner was plentiful. Unlike yesterday when she had a poor appetite, she ate shrimp with broth all over her mouth and even had another half bowl of rice.
Even Xing Ze couldn't help but ask her if the food she made yesterday was bad.
"How could that be!" Mu Tingyu retorted, her mouth full of shrimp, "Your cooking is the best in the world!"
"So you didn't like yesterday's food?"
"I love to eat." She hooked her foot around his calf and smiled, her eyes crinkling. "I'm just a little hungry today, so I want to eat more."
Xing Ze didn't ask any more questions and wiped her mouth.
After dinner, Xing Ze stood by the sink washing the dishes, while Mu Tingyu tiptoed to the cabinet, opening it layer by layer to look inside.
Where did I put it again...?
Isn't that what they usually put here?
"What are you looking for?" Xing Ze suddenly asked.
Mu Tingyu shuddered and turned around to see Xing Ze with his back to her, still washing the dishes.
Do you have eyes in the back of your head?
She stopped wasting her energy and walked straight to his side, demanding, "Where did the wine that Sister Xiaoping brought go? Did you secretly drink it?"
Xing Ze continued rinsing the foam off the bowls and plates with water, chuckling softly, "Why are you craving alcohol again?"
"If you don't drink it now, you'll miss your chance." Mu Tingyu poked his arm muscle. "Where did you put it? We'll finish it off tonight."
Xing Ze gestured to the cabinet under the counter and said, "That wine isn't as good as the osmanthus wine; you might not like it."
Mu Tingyu ignored him and bent down to lift out the two round earthenware wine jars.
"Drink it all?" Xing Ze asked without looking up. "It's high in alcohol, you can't drink it."
"Why can't I drink it?" Mu Tingyu said defiantly, pulling his arm and snuggling into his embrace. "You underestimate me!"
"Hey." Xing Ze was washing dishes, very close to the sink, but the girl forced him to keep his distance. He had no choice but to raise his arm and call out to her helplessly, "Baby, I'm washing dishes."
"What's wrong with washing dishes? You can hug me while washing dishes."
Mu Tingyu wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him tightly, acting like a spoiled child.
Xing Ze had no choice but to lower his head and kiss the crown of her head before continuing to wash the dishes, his voice tinged with amusement: "Why are you getting more and more clingy?"
Mu Tingyu kept her head down and didn't say anything.
-
As night fell, the moon was bright and the stars were few, with a thin layer of mist floating in the air.
The countryside was peaceful at night, with only the sound of distant waves crashing against the rocks and the occasional chirping of insects in the fields.
The small white building was bathed in moonlight, radiating a silvery glow. On the third-floor balcony, two opened jars of wine sat, the moonlight filtering in, revealing only a tiny amount of liquid remaining at the bottom.
The balcony was empty.
-
In the darkened room, the tall man held the girl in his arms against the door, breathing heavily as he kissed her slender, white neck.
His breath carried a strong, burning aroma of alcohol, and his movements were somewhat impatient.
"Hmm...be gentle."
Mu Tingyu couldn't help but speak up.
Xing Ze buried his face in her neck, gently rubbing it with his canines, and then raised his head.
The girl in front of me had watery eyes, and her cheeks were flushed, spreading to behind her ears, and even her eyelids turned red.
He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why do you keep urging me to drink?"
Mu Tingyu's head was a little dizzy, and she leaned in to kiss him again while panting.
This liquor is indeed high in alcohol content and has a spicy taste. Mu Tingyu's eyes welled up with tears after only a few sips, and she said she wouldn't drink anymore.
So Xing Ze slowly finished the rest of her jar and prepared to take the other jar back downstairs. But she pestered him again, saying she wanted to open the other jar and try it again; she wouldn't give up.
The little rascal became incredibly mischievous after drinking, constantly climbing on him and speaking in an unbearably sweet voice. The girl's fragrance mingled with the smell of alcohol, creating an intoxicating aroma. Xing Ze couldn't resist her, so he had no choice but to give in.
The last jar of wine naturally ended up in his stomach as well.
Mu Tingyu hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes glistening with tears, the corners of her eyes slightly red and upturned, looking languid and captivating.
"Are you drunk?" she asked in a soft voice.
The girl and he touched nose to nose, their breathing quickened, and the aroma of wine filled the air between them.
Xing Ze's eyes darkened, and he easily grabbed Mu Tingyu's waist, while his other hand pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.
He developed his drinking capacity from a young age, so this amount of alcohol is nothing to him.
However, there was something even more intoxicating than this wine.
"Why would you want me to be drunk?" His voice was hoarse.
Mu Tingyu obediently tilted her head back, her face filled with utter dependence and trust. She reached out and slowly hooked her hand around the edge of his pants.
"—You said before that I wasn't allowed to sit on you casually."
Her lips, still damp, glistened in the dim light, almost seductively. "Now, may I sit down?"
"........"
Xing Ze's Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he leaned down and kissed her roughly, biting her tongue as if to punish her.
He kissed her as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
"You came here tonight just to seduce me, didn't you?"
His voice had a hint of gritted teeth.
Mu Tingyu sank deep into the blankets, looked up at him, her face innocent yet incredibly alluring: "Don't you want to?"
She wrapped her legs around his waist and forcefully pulled him down.
"There are no classes tomorrow, baby. You can do whatever you want."
She made no attempt to hide the longing in her eyes, and her words were full of implications.
Xing Ze's forehead veins throbbed, and he gritted his teeth as he grabbed her hand that was reaching down to him.
"You don't want to?"
Mu Tingyu tilted her head up and kissed his lips. The kiss was brief, but their breaths lingered intimately, more irresistible than any deep kiss.
"......"
Seeing that he didn't speak, her eyes slowly reddened, as if she were very sad: "You don't want to?"
"Why don't you ever finish last? Don't you like me? Are you looking down on me...?"
Her voice grew softer and softer, her eyes drooped, and she looked forlorn and aggrieved, which broke people's hearts.
"..." Xing Ze's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke almost pleadingly, "...How could I dislike you...Are you an idiot?..."
He bent down to kiss her, his tall frame trembling slightly, his voice unsteady, "Baby, I was afraid you hadn't thought it through, we can take it slow..."
"I've made up my mind," Mu Tingyu interrupted him directly. "I want you."
Her words were direct and blunt, and before Xing Ze could react, his attention was interrupted by a hand that reached into his pants.
"Baby...don't..."
Mu Tingyu looked up at him and smiled, but her eyes were red and swollen. "Because I really, really can't wait a moment longer."
"I love you the most in the whole world, so I want to be with you forever, okay?"
After saying that, she resolutely wrapped her arms around his neck like a moth to a flame and offered herself to him.
A "snap" sounded in Xing Ze's mind.
The string of rational restraint was finally snapped by her words, turning to dust in the two burning flames.
-
The room was extremely dark, and the curtains were hastily drawn. Moonlight shone through the gaps, casting distinct shapes on the floor.
Xing Ze was tense all over. He reached out to pull the bedside table, but was stopped.
The girl's eyes were streaked with tears, and her hands were trembling, but she fumbled under the pillow and pulled out a small square package.
"......."
Xing Ze, his eyes almost red, gripped her waist tightly and asked through gritted teeth, "When was it demolished?"
"Afternoon..." Mu Tingyu stammered, reaching out to tear it, but she couldn't muster the strength.
Xing Ze forced himself to take it from her hand and tore it open with the tip of his teeth.
But when he actually got to that point, he stopped.
“Mu Tingyu,” he took a deep breath, “are you really sure? You can’t back out now, you…”
"Hurry, hurry up..." Mu Tingyu said, her voice trembling with tears, "Anyone who goes back on their word is a little dog..."
"......."
"If you're in pain, you must tell me, okay?"
Mu Tingyu nodded, her voice choked with emotion.
"........"
"Baby."
"Uh-huh."
“Look at me.”
Mu Tingyu raised her eyes, her vision blurred with tears.
Xing Ze's eyes cleared away, revealing a myriad of starlight.
He bent down and kissed her forehead with utmost tenderness, as if kissing a treasure that belonged only to him in the whole world.
"--Thank you."
......
After an unknown amount of time, Xing Ze patted the girl's sweaty head, gave her a comforting kiss, and threw the things into the trash can.
Mu Tingyu trembled uncontrollably as she reached under her pillow and pulled out the two remaining packages.
Xing Ze grabbed her hand and coaxed her, "Be good, you can't do it again. It's your first time, you won't be able to handle it."
"No, I can take it." Mu Tingyu's tears fell as she stubbornly shook her head, shoving the package into his hands. "Hug, hug..."
Her voice was hoarse from crying, but she still reached out her hands, sobbing, as if her anxiety had reached its limit, pleading, "Please hug me... hug me..."
......
Xing Ze didn't know where she got so many tears from; she seemed to be extremely sad and aggrieved.
He could only be extremely careful and gentle, stopping every now and then to comfort her.
But her tears kept flowing.
"Baby..." His heart was breaking, the pain unbearable. "Did I hurt you? Please don't come anymore..."
Mu Tingyu didn't answer, but somehow found the strength to reach out and flip him over, trembling as she sat on him.
The last package was torn open, and Xing Ze, watching her actions, was almost going crazy. "Mu Tingyu..."
The girl bent down and kissed him, her tears falling onto his face, burning hot.
"I like you..." she said. "I really like you..."
......
-
At dawn, birds chirped softly on the branches, and the sky outside was bright with daylight.
A ray of sunlight shone into the room, clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the bedding was crumpled into a ball.
Mu Tingyu seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, and slowly opened her eyes.
She took two seconds to react and found herself tightly held in someone's arms.
The man's broad chest and strong arms exuded warmth and comfort, making one feel as if they could continue to sleep.
“.......
She felt her eyelids were still swollen and her eyes were dry, as if she couldn't shed another tear. She blinked hard twice before she came to her senses.
There were several clear scratch marks on his chest, which was very close to his body, and teeth marks on his shoulder.
"......."
She shifted slightly, revealing a loose, familiar T-shirt—Xing Ze's. Even her underwear had been changed.
She blushed, hesitated for two seconds, then tilted her head back and kissed the man's lips. After a while, she reluctantly pulled away, then, despite her aching back, she slowly began to move the man's arms that were wrapped around her waist.
His arm was heavy and cumbersome, and she struggled to move it away, then tried to get out of bed, supporting her back.
Suddenly, she was caught in midsection and, in a dizzying moment, landed back in a warm embrace.
Where to?
Xing Ze's hoarse voice sounded from behind.
Mu Tingyu steadied her panic, swallowed hard, and kept her voice normal: "Go, go to the second floor."
"What are you doing?"
"......."
"Am I squeezing you?" Xing Ze grabbed her and moved her back a little. "Be good, don't run away, sleep with me for a while longer."
He hugged her warmly from behind, pressing his face against the crook of her shoulder.
"..." Mu Tingyu said helplessly, "Aren't you going to tidy up the house? Aren't you leaving tomorrow?"
"It's almost all packed up," Xing Ze said, his voice heavy with sleep. "I was up so late last night, I should get some more sleep."
As he spoke, he reached his hand to her waist and gently massaged it.
"So lively..." he said in a low voice, but with a hint of contentment in his tone, "Are you feeling unwell? Hmm?"
Mu Tingyu had no choice but to lean back into his arms.
His pressure was just right, and his palms were warm. Mu Tingyu felt very comfortable being massaged, and soon drowsiness returned.
This man usually sleeps very soundly... how come he woke up at the slightest touch today...?
She thought vaguely, and then slowly closed her eyes again.
When I woke up again, I didn't know what time it was.
Her consciousness was still hazy, and she subconsciously reached out to touch the side.
—Nobody.
She sat up abruptly.
The bed and floor were clean and tidy, indicating that the room had been cleaned, and the door was closed.
Where did Xing Ze go?
She looked around, then suddenly her gaze stopped.
—There was a cell phone on the bedside table.
That's Xing Ze's phone.
Her breathing trembled, her heart raced for a moment, and she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door.
There was no movement outside the door. If someone came upstairs, they would be heard here, so there was no risk of the door being opened for the time being.
"......."
Mu Tingyu took a deep breath, slowly reached out, and grabbed the phone.
-
Xing Ze pushed open the door and went in, just in time to see Mu Tingyu sitting on the edge of the bed, staring straight at him.
"Awake?" He smiled and gestured to the bowl in his hand. "I was just about to call you for dinner."
Mu Tingyu hummed in agreement. For some reason, her expression was somewhat unnatural, and she seemed to be sweating.
"What's wrong?" He put the bowl on the bedside table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and touched her forehead. "Are you feeling unwell? Why are you sweating?"
"No, no," Mu Tingyu quickly said. "I was a little hot while sleeping. I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I want to eat. I was just wondering where you went."
"I went downstairs to cook for you, my little darling." Xing Ze smiled helplessly and handed her the porridge. "Have something light."
Mu Tingyu took the porridge and began to eat slowly.
Xing Ze affectionately touched her face, then leaned down and kissed her.
"What are you doing...?" Her face flushed. "I'm eating..."
Xing Ze reached out and pulled her over, holding her tightly amidst her gasp: "Are your arms tired? I'll feed you."
"It's not sour anymore..."
"Then I'll feed you too."
"......"
After finishing the meal, Xing Ze pressed her down again and pulled down her pants to check her.
"It seems a bit swollen..." he frowned. "I need to go buy some medicine."
Mu Tingyu blushed deeply, almost to the point of tears, her toes curled up, and she pitifully pulled up her little pants and fled to the corner of the bed.
Seeing her like that, Xing Ze chuckled: "Now you know how to be shy? Why didn't you listen to me last night when I told you to stop making a fuss?"
The girl's voice trembled as she asked, "...Are you going to the street this afternoon?"
"Hmm?" Xing Ze replied, "Let's go, I'll buy you some medicine."
"Then... could you go ask the wine shop owner to buy another jar of osmanthus wine?"
"..." Xing Ze looked at her, seemingly helpless, "You like drinking this so much?"
"It tastes good." Mu Tingyu forced a smile, licking her lips and making a greedy face. "I won't be able to drink it again once I go back."
"It's not like you're never coming back." Xing Ze tapped her forehead. "We don't even know if it can be checked in."
As if suddenly remembering something, he asked, "By the way, what is our baggage allowance?"
—As he spoke, he tried to get up to get his phone.
“20kg!” Mu Tingyu grabbed him, her face slightly pale and her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, “—20kg per person, and no more than 5L of alcohol, I’ve checked.”
Afraid that Xing Ze would notice something was wrong, she quickly leaned in and kissed him, pleading, "I really want to drink it, please, just buy me a jar."
The girl's voice was soft and gentle, and Xing Ze couldn't refuse her at all, so he had no choice but to support her body: "Alright, alright, are you feeling better? Lie down for a while longer, there's nothing much going on today."
"...Okay." Mu Tingyu smiled and obediently lay back down on the bed, following his lead. "...When are you going?"
“In a little while,” Xing Ze looked at her, “you’re not allowed to think about going. Stay home obediently.”
"I won't go. I'll listen to you and wait for you to come back at home," she said sweetly, like a little candy.
Xing Ze's heart softened, and he patted her head: "Why are you being so obedient?"
"I've always been a good girl, okay?" She nuzzled his hand affectionately, like a docile kitten. "I'm worried the liquor store will be closed, so please go early and come back to be with me soon."
Xing Ze reluctantly leaned down and kissed her: "Okay, I'll go after I finish washing the dishes."
He was so overwhelmed by the sweetness that he didn't want to go anywhere else but hold her. But he still had to buy her medicine, and the little drunkard wanted to drink, so he picked up the empty bowl, told her to "lie down obediently," and went downstairs.
As the footsteps coming downstairs gradually faded away, Mu Tingyu slowly got up.
She gently opened the door, walked to the top of the stairs, and listened intently to the sounds downstairs. There was a commotion in the kitchen for a while; it must have been Xing Ze washing the dishes. After a short time, the noise stopped.
She quickly walked towards the balcony, quietly hiding in a blind spot, watching the path leading into the distance.
Soon, Xing Ze appeared on his bicycle.
He was riding quite fast, as if he wanted to get there and back quickly so he could be with his beloved girl.
His figure quickly disappeared at the end of the path. Mu Tingyu gripped the glass door frame tightly and stared at it for a while.
Slowly, her eyes reddened, and then she desperately tilted her head back, as if trying to force the tears back with this action.
"......."
She took a deep breath, turned around, and went inside.
-
........
"boss."
Xing Ze, carrying a plastic bag containing ointment, stepped over the threshold and entered the liquor store.
"Hey, what brings you here?"
The owner remained seated behind the counter, fanning himself with a fan.
Xing Ze was in a hurry to get home, so he got straight to the point: "Boss, do you still have any osmanthus wine?"
"You haven't been here for so long, and the first thing you want is osmanthus wine?" The owner glared at him. "No, don't even think about it."
"..." Xing Ze said helplessly, "It's my daughter who wants to drink it."
".....Huh?"
"Your girl?" The shopkeeper was surprised for a moment, then quickly realized and teased, "Ah, I knew you'd finally find love! What did you say back then? What do you mean, 'find love'? Now it's 'your girl'?"
"......"
The boss, seeing him get the short end of the stick, teased him for a while.
"Alright, alright, you're lucky, there's only one jar left." The shopkeeper, having had his fill of witty remarks, stood up, took the wine out of the house, and handed it to him.
"Oh right, why didn't the little girl come? Bring her along next time so we can chat."
Xing Ze, carrying the wine, said, "If there's a chance in the future, I will."
"What do you mean?" the boss looked up suspiciously. "What do you mean by 'opportunity'? Don't act like a big shot after drinking my wine, bring it with you tomorrow!"
Xing Ze's lips curved into a smile as he slowly said, "Boss, I'm leaving."
His eyes and brows held a rare air of ease, making him look like a spirited young man in his early twenties.
"…What the hell? Where are you going? Where are you going?" the boss exclaimed in shock. "Weren't you supposed to be settled here? Why are you leaving already?"
"If she leaves, I'll go with her."
"..." The boss paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Where are we going?"
"Hangzhou".
The boss stared at him for a long time before slowly saying, "Are you serious?"
Xing Ze said seriously, "I've always been very serious."
"..." The boss was a carefree person, and casually waved his hand at him, "Alright, alright, go ahead, come back and have a drink with me when you have time."
Xing Ze's voice was tinged with laughter: "Okay. How much for the drinks?"
"Forget it," the boss said irritably. "Consider it a gift from me. Treat the young lady well."
Just as Xing Ze was about to thank him, the boss asked, "When are you leaving?"
He replied, "Tomorrow."
The boss casually asked, "What time tomorrow?"
Xing Ze took out his phone from his pocket: "I haven't checked yet, it's the plane ticket she booked."
Mu Tingyu fiddled with his phone for a long time, but he was busy or something and didn't see it, and later forgot about it.
He opened the ticket booking app and clicked on "Itinerary".
The page is clear and concise, displaying four large characters at the top.
— "No schedule at the moment".
He was taken aback, thinking it was a bad signal. He took a few steps outside, went back out and went back in, but it still showed "No trips available".
"......."
His brow furrowed, and his fingers flew across the page as he opened the order page.
The next second, his fingers froze.
The few lines of black text above were reflected in his suddenly contracted pupils.
Haicheng → Hangzhou
Departed on July 30, 20XX
Travelers: Xing Ze, Mu Tingyu
—Cancelled.
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