Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Entering the Mountain
He thought for a while, then added, "There are lots of mosquitoes, if you get bitten, remember to put on ointment, don’t scratch it with your hands. Got it?"
She couldn’t help but laugh, looking down at the busy man beside her, "Jack Stewart, you’re so long-winded."
Jack Stewart stood up, pushing the suitcase handle into Hannah’s hand, "I’m just worried about you."
With that, he sighed, with an unwilling tone, "I really can’t visit you this time, all thanks to George Quach, he won’t even allow me to visit the set."
Hannah said: "I’m not going to prison."
Jack Stewart hurriedly cursed, "stop talking nonsense!"
He thought of something else, glanced at the three children standing in the distance, then looked at Hannah, "Which of these three kids is yours?"
Hannah looked at him, her eyes invisible behind her sunglasses, but her red lips smiled faintly, "None of them are mine."
Jack Stewart rolled his eyes, "I meant to ask who your acting partner is."
Hannah shook her head, "It’s not decided yet. Probably it will be arranged when we get there."
Jack Stewart seemed to sigh in relief, "Among the three children, Matthew Quach is the hardest to approach. You don’t have experience with children. It’s better to avoid choosing him."
Hannah twirled the sunglasses she took off in her hand, her whole person gave off the feel of being lazily sunburned, "Just a child. Is it as scary as you say it is?"
She turned to look at Matthew Quach standing by the bus.
Today he changed into a small uniform, his hair styled the same way, neatly combed, his face cold. He did seem somewhat difficult to approach.
At least Phoebe Sherton, who was talking to him, didn’t get a response. She could only play with her pineapple-brush haircut friend.
Jack Stewart spoke solemnly, "I’m not worried about the child, I’m worried about you, that you might fight with him."
"You’re overthinking it, it won’t happen." Hannah put away her umbrella and pulled her suitcase, waving to Jack Stewart and heading towards the bus.
Still uneasy, Jack Stewart watched Hannah get on the bus before he turned to leave.
As he was leaving, he glanced at Matthew Quach in the bus, couldn’t see his face clearly through the glass.
But he had seen pictures of him before.
It wasn’t noticeable at the time, but now meeting him in person, he felt somewhat familiar.
However, he couldn’t figure out where he had seen him before.
He subconsciously felt that Matthew Quach and Hannah wouldn’t get along well. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t get along well, just that their personalities were similar, and conflicts were likely to occur.
Oh, bloody women’s intuition.
*
It was afternoon when the bus entered the mountains.
At twilight, the afterglow filled the ground, in the distance, you could see a forest, lush and green. Further away, were large fields of rapeseed, blooming in full swing due to the season, glaringly bright under the sun as though it was sprinkled with gold.
The wind blew, carrying a faint fragrance of the earth. Occasionally, one could see some plainly dressed villagers bending over and working in the fields.
Hannah, as soon as she got on the bus, began texting Arnold Simmons using her phone.
In the past, Arnold used to reply to one out of ten messages. Although he was more diligent than before, his words were shorter due to the screen’s limitations.
Not until George Quach reminded her to put away her phone, did Hannah lazily lean against the bus window and look outside.
The views in the mountains were fantastic, there were no skyscrapers like in the city, one could easily see the smoke wafting from the chimneys.
Hannah was bored, she leaned on the back of her seat and looked at James Landon in the back seat.
