Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Flee Out Of Panic

Gu Jinghang’s hands were trembling as he wished to turn back and look at Song Ran so badly. He wanted nothing more than to look into her dazzling eyes. They must be very attractive.

The supervisor took the money and Song Ran’s hand. “Okay, I’m going to the announcement stand. Come with me.”

Song Ran managed to catch a glimpse of the figure who was stooping behind the supervisor. “Isn’t that Uncle Qian?”

As she said this, she wanted to break free from Supervisor Li and check out Uncle Qian. Supervisor Li grew anxious as she pulled her back. “Yeah, it’s Uncle Qian. He... he has a scar on his face and detests people looking at him.”

Song Ran shouted again, “Uncle, you’re getting old. Just rest when you can and leave today and tomorrow’s cleaning to me.”

Gu Jinghang’s hand, which was holding onto a hook, could not stop trembling.

Not far away, he saw Song Ran carrying a black plastic bag, peering into the trash bins by walking around them. He could even gauge her emotions and hear her asking herself why they were all empty again.

He chuckled to himself softly, following not far behind. Ahead was a small hill, and there was a provision shop at the foot of the hill.

Gu Jinghang took a detour and reached the provision shop ahead of her. He took out 20 cents and passed it to the shop owner. “Later on, there will be a girl wearing a checkered jumpsuit with an armband coming over. Can you pass this orange soda to her?”

The shop owner looked at him. “Young man, you’re sweating all over. Do you want a bottle too?”

Gu Jinghang paused and revealed a forced smile. “I... I don’t like to drink this.”

In the afternoon, the sky was clear while the blazing sun continued to shine above their heads. Gu Jinghang sat on a tree trunk just up the hill as he finally dared to take off his straw hat and the scarf on his face. His scarf reeked a sweaty smell, and his head was probably smelling bad after covering it for so long. He held the straw hat and fanned himself without stopping.

As he fanned himself, he took a look at the foot of the hill. Song Ran was sitting on a wooden chair, holding the orange soda in one hand. On the other hand, she was holding a small folding fan. He was unsure where she had obtained the fan from. He was five to six meters above her, hiding in the woods, but he could clearly see her smile. He could even hear her humming an unknown melody.

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