Chapter 189 Mid-Spring

Han Zhong on the other end of the phone was so shocked by Rong Anzhou's voice that his eardrums hurt. He felt dizzy after not getting enough sleep for a few days. "I'm outside."

"I'm asking you which place?! Which province, city, county, or district?"

"...Calm down, I'm fine, I just want to go out for a walk."

"Just tell me you're going to look for someone. I'm your brother, how can I not go with you?!"

"It's my own decision. I shouldn't implicate you."

"It's just looking for someone, why do you have to involve me? I don't have to go to work anyway."

"One or two days is fine, one or two months is fine, but what about one or two years, or ten or twenty years?" the person on the other end of the phone said helplessly.

Rong Anzhou suddenly paused.

Han Zhong's voice on the other end of the phone was unhurried, "I don't know if I can find him, and I don't know how long it will take to find him. You have your own life, and you shouldn't pay the price for my choice."

Rong Anzhou was silent for a long time after hearing this. He really hadn't thought of this, but he also hadn't thought that his brother would plan to look for her for ten or twenty years. He scratched his hair anxiously, "There's something I've always wanted to ask you. You two have only known each other for half a year, how come you... have come to this point."

"I'll tell you the answer when I find him."

"…Have you ever thought that he doesn't want you to find him at all?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Rong Anzhou was just regretting what he had said when he heard the other end slowly say, "I always think that loving someone is a purely selfish behavior. I need him and cannot live without him, so I will keep looking for him. This has nothing to do with him. It is just to satisfy my own needs until the day when I no longer need him, and then I will naturally give up."

"...When will you give up?"

"have no idea."

"What about your uncle and aunt? Do you not care about them anymore?"

"They are good. They have been doing well without me for many years."

This made Rong Anzhou feel sad. "...How can it be the same? Even if you don't live with them, at least they know that you are fine. Do you think that Jiang Wu is the only one in the world who cares about you the most and loves you the most, and all of us are behind him?"

"On the contrary."

"Opposite of what?"

"I'm the only one who loves him the most in this world. If I don't go find him, no one will. I'm sorry, Xiao An, but I can't let him go."

Rong Anzhou's throat choked up and he cursed, "I shouldn't have let you stay in that shabby Fang family hotel!"

Han Zhong didn't say anything, but he felt in his heart that even if they hadn't met that night at the Golden Land Hotel, he and Jiang Wu would have met sooner or later. He didn't know why he had this feeling, but he inexplicably believed this in his heart.

It's kind of funny that someone like him has actually started to believe in fate.

The two brothers were silent for a while on the phone, and Rong Anzhou asked in a hard voice, "How is your health?"

"Not bad."

“…Call your parents more often.”

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zhong sat in the cramped tent and lost himself in thought. At this time, someone outside tapped his tent gently. He opened the tent and saw that it was the leader of this mountain climbing trip, a big brother in his early forties with a bronze complexion and traces of weathering from years of outdoor work. Everyone in the team called him Brother Sang.

"The rain has stopped and the scenery outside is nice. Do you want to take a look?" asked Sang Ge.

Han Zhong hummed, and came out of the tent. When he looked up, a slightly dazzling orange-red light shone on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The dark clouds in the distant sky have dissipated, and the hot red sun sinks on the other side of the mountain with an extremely gentle glow. The surrounding undulating mountain ranges gradually dim under the caress of the setting sun, the sky and the earth begin to lose their color, and a cycle of day and night is about to come.

Han Zhong looked at the golden sunset, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and adjusted the angle for a long time before taking the picture.

The other people in the team were already used to it. This handsome guy who looked like a rich kid acted like he had never seen a sunset before. Every time he saw a sunset, he would take out his mobile phone to take pictures. There was obviously no difference, but he had to take pictures every time, and he had to take them seriously. If they didn't know they were here to look for someone, they would have thought he was here to take pictures.

The warm sunset shone on Han Zhong's face, making this handsome face with deep eyebrows and tall features appear solemn and gentle like an oil painting. His black pupils were also tinged with a rare warmth, which was incredibly gentle.

The deputy team leader was a young man about the same age as Han Zhong. He stared at the handsome face next to him and couldn't help but exclaimed, "You have such an awesome face. How did you get it?"

The others sat together and burst into laughter when they heard this, but they had to admit that this sponsor was handsome. He climbed mountains and waded through water, and was exposed to the wind and sun just like them, but he looked more mature. They all looked ten years older.

Han Zhong smiled and said, "Thanks to my parents for their good genes."

The team laughed again. After laughing, the deputy team leader licked his lips, picked up his phone and said jokingly, "I just saw a trending search. The person in the video looks quite similar to you, boss."

Han Zhong picked up the bottle and took a sip of water. "What's trending?"

"It is said that the president of Huayue Group in Linhai City has resigned." The deputy team leader laughed and slapped his thigh when he said this. "He told the reporter that life is a wilderness. Hahahaha, this president also goes online!"

Han Zhong said slowly, "I go there occasionally, it's quite interesting."

“…”

The team suddenly became quiet.

The deputy team leader asked awkwardly, "Is it really you?"

"Um."

“…”

The deputy team leader thought of all the speculations on the Internet, and also remembered that Han Zhong had said he was looking for someone when he first approached him, so he asked curiously, "You're not really looking for a wife who ran away with the ball, are you?"

"Puchi!" Someone laughed and punched the deputy leader, and others also laughed.

Han Zhong also curled his lips and said, "He can't dribble the ball, and he's not a sweet wife. He can kill me with one punch."

“…”

The laughter in the camp stopped abruptly. After a few seconds, the deputy team leader asked, "Is it a policewoman?"

"A man."

“…”

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment they regretted asking this question. Same-sex love was still not mainstream, and this person was from a top wealthy family, so they probably thought it was another tragedy of a couple being separated by a stick, so they simply stopped asking.

The group started talking about their first love again, and someone shouted that he was hungry, so Han Zhong planned to go back to the tent to get something to eat. When he stood up, he inadvertently glanced at a field of purple clover flowers not far from the camp. The mountain breeze blew in with the moist and refreshing air after the rain, and the purple flowers swayed gently.

Han Zhong stared at the purple flower field and a strange scene suddenly emerged in his mind. It was also a purple flower field. No, it was even bigger than this, with purple flowers all over the mountains. He saw a familiar figure in the purple sea of ​​flowers, with long hair in red clothes, and the wind blowing the red clothes. It seemed that someone said something in his ear.

Han Zhong couldn't hear the words clearly, but he suddenly felt a pain deep in his brain as if an electric shock had occurred. He groaned and fell to the ground. Immediately, a scream came from behind him. Sang Ge and others hurried over to help him up and asked him what was wrong.

Han Zhong was speechless. His chest felt as if something was grabbing it, and it was aching. It was like a sharp knife stabbing his heart continuously. Even his breathing became short. He grabbed the thing on his neck tightly through his collar, but his vision began to blur. The sounds in his ears were also chaotic as if there was a layer of thin film between them.

As his consciousness slowly sank into darkness, he vaguely heard the sound of a bronze bell, clear and long, which wrapped his consciousness and slowly sank into darkness.

Deep in a mountain thousands of miles away, a figure flying through the woods suddenly paused and turned his head to look at the dense forest behind him. The golden afterglow of the setting sun fell on his amber eyes, like ripples on a snow-capped mountain lake caused by the wind.

The wind blowing in the valley brought with it a faint ringing sound, gently ruffling the long black hair tied up with a red hairband.

As far as the eye can see is a small patch of purple irises in bud, it is already mid-spring.