The grass on the prairie, dies and blooms in a cycle, year after year.
Zhang Qingrui thought of this poem miraculously. She was now sitting in a Jeep Wrangler, traversing through the prairie.
There was a large temperature difference between day and night. Zhang Qingrui unconsciously wrapped her clothing around her more tightly.
The heavy look could be seen from the professor’s eyes. His words also became less since they entered the prairie. She didn’t know how to describe it, merely sensing a slight hint determination from the professor.
The Jeep Wrangler drove for approximately 3 hours before eventually stopping in front of a soil pit. The professor locked the car and hung the key on his neck.
Zhang Qingrui smiled bitterly due to his caution.
Regardless of her waning intention to flee, only the pistol the professor carried about with him forbid her to step back.
After that, the professor set up the camping tent, picking some dry branches, lighting a fire and boiling the brick tea and adding some cheese finally. Whereupon, pure and fascinating scent spread about around the campfire.
Zhang Qingrui hands held the tepid milk tea, huddling and sitting at the edge of the fire while looking at the swaying flame in the steppe strong wind. It felt like demons were dancing madly.
Right the moment, Professor Qin Fang threw her some bags of chocolate biscuit, which could supply energy fast. There was no need for any special manners to eat at such a place. Hence, Zhang Qingrui tore open a bag, revealing a smile of self-mockery as her behavior of hiding a big bread was sort of embarrassing.
“Why do you laugh?”
Zhang Qingrui was stunned, but she reacted fast and replied thoughtlessly, “I just thought Luo Qiu would be coming to your house in vain, due to being unaware of your matters.”
“You’d better avoid contact with that guy.”
Zhang Qingrui shifted her attention to Professor Qin Fang curiously. She didn’t understand why the professor was so afraid of Luo Qiu.
She fell silent. “It’s true he’s an eccentric student and always skips classes but it’s unfair to count him as a bad person. Instead, he’s a very quiet student.”
Professor Qin Fang said stonily, “A quiet person will be even scarier.”
Zhang Qingrui didn’t refute him. It was said that honest people do not get mad easily. However, once they are enraged, even the god and ghosts will be somewhat scared.
The professor had lived half of his life, he was generous with plentiful of experiences. There must be some reason for him to do such crazy actions now. According to her impression of him, he should not shame a person intentionally, right?
“You’re much more unperturbed than I thought.”
Professor Qin Fang broke the silence after a while.
Zhang Qingrui didn’t know whether it was because they were about to arrive the destination and he had a hint of anxiety hiding behind the craziness, hence desired communication.
“Keep calm when you encounter problems, especially large troubles.” Zhang Qingrui watched the campfire, “My grandmother taught me this since I’m young.”
Professor Qin Fang agreed, “Mrs. Zhang is this kind of person who would instruct people this way.”
“Professor… Did you know my grandmother?”
The professor answered fishily, “In the hometown of your grandmother— The Li Family, used to make a fortune out of dead people. Even if her peers might not know her they would have heard of her. You’re the only successor of Gu Yue Zhai, don’t you know about those businesses?”
Zhang Qingrui fell silent.
Professor Qin Fang seemed to speak more this time. Therefore, Zhang Qingrui gathered up the courage, “Professor, whom does the skeleton belong to?”
“I’m not quite clear of that, but…” Professor Qin Fang frowned.
This question seemed to have reminded him of something in his heart. Zhang Qingrui observed hi
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