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Chapter 919: At that time, I thought it was just the usual

Chapter 919: At that time, I thought it was just the usual

Cheng Jianxin never shed a tear from beginning to end, even at the school gate when they were parting, he laughed and bid farewell to Jiang Chen and the others, inviting his junior classmates to visit Suzhou when they had the chance.

"Power taken to the extreme brings disgrace, love too profound won’t last."

Watching the taxi drive away, Luo Peng let out a sigh, "Do you guys think Cheng could ever fall in love with someone again?"

No one answered.

"Shao, you’re in touch with Cheng more than the rest of us—if he needs help with anything..."

Jiang Chen looked at Li Shao.

Li Shao nodded, "Understood."

"Alright, let’s go our separate ways."

Jiang Chen said.

"Let’s go."

Luo Peng and the other two hailed a taxi and left.

Jiang Chen immediately hailed another one.

"The zeal of waving flags and cheering, taking the light of time gradually away.

The world’s sorrow and joy, an endless drama playing day and night.

Men and women filled with reckless emotions, love and hate, partings.

One generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be those who are yet young..."

The driver was playing a song.

Jiang Chen looked out the window.

The flow of people by the roadside, like scenes from a movie.

All of a sudden.

The taxi stopped at a red light, and by the zebra crossing, Jiang Chen caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

A girl stood alone among the crowd, waiting for the traffic lights, wearing a black hat, youthful and vibrant.

When the red light turned green, she stepped forward and crossed in front of the stopped traffic along the zebra crossing.

Jiang Chen saw her profile.

Of course.

The world is vast.

Although the girl was in East Sea, how massive was its population?

And he had almost forgotten; she no longer had long hair.

After the pedestrian passed by.

The light turned green.

The taxi started up, carrying Jiang Chen across the zebra crossing, missing the flow of people.

Meanwhile.

In the northernmost part of Shenzhou.

Mohe.

Once an unknown place, it became known to every household because of the popularity of a song.

"I told you before, those marketing accounts can’t be trusted."

By the river.

A group of people was singing and dancing around a bonfire, not locals, mostly travelers who had come for the renown.

Because they misjudged the temperature and didn’t bring enough clothes, Wei Chuyin shivered a little.

"Ai Qian, the guide said we can’t see the auroras here. Let’s go back."

Since the song "Dancing in Mohe" became a hit.

Various marketing accounts had flooded the scene, the most well-known claim being that one could see the auroras in this "Polar Shenzhou."

Many people came enthused by the prospect of seeing the auroras.

But who knew that upon arrival, they’d learn that even local tourism advertisements never mentioned any auroras.

"Ladies, if you came here for the auroras, I advise you not to wait any longer. I asked the locals, ’Are there auroras here?’ Do you know what they told me?"

A man sitting next to them smiled and said, "The locals told me to buy a house here, and wait a generation or two—three, if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll see them."

Ai Qian laughed.

After arriving in Mohe, they joined a local tour where they met this man, who was in his forties and unmarried. They did not inquire about why he had never married, only knowing that he spent a large part of his life traveling.

Just like the song a woman was singing with a guitar at that moment.

Only after coming out does one realize that the world isn’t just about making money and working; beyond skyscrapers are other sights. On the road, you’ll meet people and scenes you’d never encounter in office buildings and steel jungles—perhaps that’s the meaning of travel.

"So, Mr. Ren, what did you come here for?"

Wei Chuyin turned and asked.

"For what?"

Mr. Ren, drinking beer, laughed with surprise, "There’s no reason; I just felt like coming."

Just felt like coming.

Is that even a reason?

But it didn’t really seem to need one.

"You guys probably don’t travel much, do you?"

Mr. Ren asked.

Wei Chuyin nodded.

If it wasn’t for Ai Qian, she would probably still be in East Sea, working overtime at Hamolei.

"When you’ve visited enough places, you’ll realize that going somewhere with a specific purpose often leads to disappointment. The best way is to have no expectations, to be content with whatever you encounter as part of the journey."

The old brother’s words were philosophical, as if sitting by the bonfire, drinking beer, and watching the people from the tour group sing and dance was the ultimate enjoyment in life.

But, of course, Wei Chuyin found it hard to understand.

"Ai Qian, you’ve come all this way; isn’t it time to go back?"

She continued to persuade her good friend.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t mind indulging for a little while, as a reward for herself, but...

The state Ai Qian was in was becoming increasingly worrying; she had frequently seen unfinished streaks of blood on the hotel bathroom sink.

The crimson was intense and shocking.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Mr. Ren said that when traveling, one has to stay calm and patient."

Hearing this, Mr. Ren expressed his approval by raising his can towards Ai Qian.

Ai Qian picked up a can of beer from the ground and, with a spirited and coquettish smile, said, "Mr. Ren, let’s drink to that."

"How can you still drink!"

Wei Chuyin immediately grabbed her wrist.

"It’s okay."

Ai Qian chuckled.

"You can’t drink!" Wei Chuyin held onto her wrist tightly.

"I’ll just have one can."

Ai Qian compromised, then whispered, "Mr. Ren is watching us."