Chapter 68 Chapter 68
Chen Bingwen exudes a gentle and elegant temperament that is out of tune with the people around him.
His facial features are not very outstanding, but because of his good temperament and clean white face, people feel very comfortable looking at him.
Chen Bingwen wears a pair of trendy sneakers and jeans that most people in the village have never seen. As for the shirt on his upper body, it is pure black, as black as ink, without any mixed colors. There is a small decoration embroidered with gold thread on the chest. The embroidery is very good, and there is no thread at all.
The cost of Chen Bingwen's outfit may be the income of some people for half a year or even a whole year, but for him, it is just the most ordinary clothes.
The journey was tiring and the weather was hot. Chen Bingwen rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms, which were completely different from those of the tricycle driver.
The young man was whiter than many women in the village, tall and thin, with a pretty face and a scholarly temperament, so much so that the tricycle driver silently called him "little white face" in his heart.
Chen Bingwen started to rush from yesterday, first in a comfortable car, then in a sleeper on a green train, and finally he could only call a tricycle for transporting goods, downgrading all the way.
The journey from home to here was too far, and he has been running until now.
In more than 40 hours, Chen Bingwen probably slept for less than two hours. He felt physically and mentally exhausted at this time, but his upbringing since childhood made him sit up straight, with his back and waist straight and upright, without any slackness.
The distance driven by the tricycle became longer and longer. As time passed, his heart beat faster and faster, his brain was excited, and he could already feel the upcoming countryside.
Chen Bingwen closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down, but when he thought of his adoptive mother's instructions, his mood became more complicated. He might as well open his eyes.
He looked carefully at the surrounding scene: the backward and rustic houses, the dusty tricycles, the people working in the fields, the shoes and clothes with holes... This was completely different from the environment he grew up in.
Chen Bingwen lived in a big coastal city. His uncle was a successful businessman and took care of him and his adoptive mother. He had lived a life without worries since he was a child. Now he was seeing the world, and everything in front of him was unfamiliar.
Chen Bingwen was looking at others, and others were also looking at him.
Even when he flashed by in the tricycle, his skin was whiter than a woman's for a man, his clothes and pants were made of materials they had never seen before, and the big suitcase he put on the back of the tricycle, and even his upright sitting posture... all of them were out of place here.
The tricycle driver glanced at him and thought:
Where did this pretty boy come from?
What was he doing in Xijia Village?
...
"We're here in Xijia Village, little... boss."
The tricycle driver almost slipped up and said what he was thinking, "pretty boy."
"Ah, boss, I can't even speak clearly with my broken mouth, please forgive me."
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the driver secretly rejoiced in his heart.
"Thank you." Chen Bingwen tilted his head slightly to thank him.
He got off the car and took the box from the back of the tricycle.
He had paid before getting on the car, and the tricycle drove away.
Chen Bingwen grabbed the suitcase and shook hands. He stood in the village, staring at the road into the village, feeling that he was the only one left in the world.
The small dirt road into the village was winding, and he hesitated to move his feet.
...
Hesitation will not solve the problem. No matter how long the delay is, it will eventually end.
Slowly leading to the destination of this trip, Chen Bingwen's heart was in a state of panic.