Chapter 562: Chapter 353: Open the Door (Part 2)
The group walked along the wooden path in the stone forest. Tang Yan casually touched some stones and, surprised, wiped the black ash on a classmate’s face, then quickly sprinted ahead to create distance. The latter gritted his teeth and chased while shouting, "You bastard, stop right there!"
The altitude of 3,500 meters somewhat affected everyone’s body. After barely a few steps, Tang Yan had to stop, panting for breath, and thus was caught by his classmate, who smeared two streaks of black on his face in revenge.
"Quick, take a picture of me!"
"Hey, strike a pose."
Other members also laughed and joked while climbing. Li Peifeng couldn’t help but remind them, "Be careful when running. Altitude sickness is not something to mess with."
"Got it, got it."
Leading the group was Zhao Qingge, heading upfront. Perhaps it was thanks to the Peiyuan Pill earlier, Old Zhao didn’t show any signs of breathlessness or flushed face and walked quite effortlessly. He Yimeng, following behind, was slightly out of breath: "Professor Zhao, do you exercise often?"
"Not much."
Li Peifeng inwardly thought, ’What nonsense, using your home as a center point, your activities wouldn’t exceed ten kilometers beyond that. You stay all day between school and home, unable to lift anything heavy or carry anything on your shoulders, that’s describing you. If it weren’t for my Peiyuan Pill, Zhao Duoduo couldn’t even... couldn’t last ten minutes in my hands!’
"Not even ten minutes, goodness, truly wanting to grow old with Old Zhao would affect the quality of life!"
Li Peifeng sighed inwardly, knowing his talk about ’possessiveness’ was somewhat shameless, but he couldn’t help it; he was afflicted with a love sickness... strong in body with great needs!
"I can’t go on."
He Yimeng panted heavily, seeming to exhaust his strength, and paused to bend over, supporting himself on the rail, reaching out with his other hand to grab Li Peifeng: "Help me up."
What the heck is this?!
Li Peifeng had no time to ponder deeply as He Yimeng grabbed his left arm, giving him a jolt of disbelief, thinking perhaps this white-haired girl was purposefully trying to teach him a lesson?
Zhao Qingge suddenly stopped, turned to look at the two, and sternly said, "If you’re tired, take a break."
"Yeah, you should rest, and Anan, stop taking photos and come here."
Li Peifeng naturally released He Yimeng’s hand and called Mu An’an over to take care of her. He Yimeng seemed exhausted, leaning forward as the two drew closer, using Li Peifeng’s body to hide her face a bit, with lips slightly parted subtly saying:
"Not equipped with GPS so unsure of your position? Something below really dares to mess with your mentor... I hereby expel you on behalf of Bei Hua University!!"
Though the voice was low, it was full of disdain. Li Peifeng heard it clearly, realizing the significance of He Yimeng’s actions.
She was testing, probing whether Zhao Qingge’s relationship with him was indeed as he described it... but Mengmeng, do you distrust my deceitful mouth, or do you question how low my limits really are?
"Yimeng, have some water and take a break."
Li Peifeng finished speaking and caught up with Zhao Qingge, continuing forward, gradually distancing from the people behind.
"He Yimeng likes you."
Zhao Qingge spoke in a calm tone: "You two were together before, weren’t you?"
"That was all in the past."
Li Peifeng pursed his lips: "Now she doesn’t like me."
"Is that so?" Zhao Qingge was noncommittal, evidently skeptical.
"I think she merely noticed our unusual relationship and tested it. Your response just now gave a clear and correct answer... but I have no objections to that!"
As they rounded the corner, their figures obscured by the stone forest, Li Peifeng directly took Zhao Qingge’s hand.
One second, three seconds, five seconds, Zhao Qingge gently shook it off and pointed to the distant stone forest: "There it is, what do you think?"
...
In the highland area of Western Sichuan Province, the sun sets later than usual; even in winter, the sun sets just at seven o’clock in the evening.
And Li Peifeng and the others set the location for the next day’s shoot in Moshi Park and had a good time, managing to return to the hotel before sunset.
During dinner, the group gathered to discuss the filming matters for the next day. After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest, while some gathered in threes and fives to play poker for leisure.
"Brother Feng, joining us for cards?"
"You guys go ahead, don’t stay up too late, get some rest early, we have work tomorrow."
Li Peifeng politely declined and headed to his room to write.
Life is dull and tasteless, only during creative work does fatigue seem to fade.
Occasionally, Li Peifeng felt fortunate, happy he could use words to depict a world conceived in his heart, pouring emotions to escape reality, avoiding the trap of nihilism...
"Ding~"
Past nine in the evening, a WeChat notification jolted Li Peifeng from his creative trance.
He Yimeng: "Open the door."
Li Peifeng: "?!?"
He Yimeng: "Not in your room, or is someone else inside? I’m knocking, okay?"
"Tsk."
Li Peifeng frowned, got up, and quietly opened the door, quietly because Zhao Qingge’s room was right next door.
"Click~"
And sure enough, He Yimeng was standing outside. As the door opened, she swiftly entered, looked around, and smiled: "Not visiting your mentor’s room, huh?"
Li Peifeng closed the door smoothly: "Thanks to your trick earlier, she’s even less inclined to bother with me now."
He Yimeng sat by the bed, tilted her head to glance at him, then turned to look out the window. The curtain wasn’t drawn, so all she saw was pitch black.
He Yimeng glanced for four or five seconds, then looked back at Li Peifeng and, pointing out the window, laughed silently: "This is your future."
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