ryethenovel Chapter 201 The end of the trip
Chapter 201 The end of the trip
The simple rest after the meal made everyone in the car feel more energetic and they started a small shopping trip.
The not-so-big convenience store is full of good stuff, including some Tibetan beads and Tibetan snacks, which satisfy the tourists' curiosity.
Qin Yuchen picked up a brown Tibetan hat and gestured on Zhang Qiling's head. He said nothing and ignored the boss's endless praise. He paid and led the people towards the bus.
"It's all here."
Qin Yuchen noticed that the hand he was holding had slightly increased its strength, and explained to Zhang Qiling in a good mood,
“We need to have the awareness of tourists.”
……
There were not many changes in the itinerary afterwards. Every time we arrived at a rest area or a tourist attraction, Qin Yuchen would always buy some small items at a small stall or supermarket.
In this regard, Zhang Qiling went from being confused at first to becoming a habit later. Sometimes, even under the influence of Qin Yuchen, he would take the initiative to choose some dried fruit beef or something.
It seems that he is really immersed in this trip just like all the tourists.
However, the journey always ends.
The bus arrived in Motuo in a heavy snow. Qin Yuchen and Zhang Qiling formally said goodbye to their tour guide Xiaoxi, and walked into the alley at the end of the road in the snowy wind and stepped into an inconspicuous hotel.
The hotel, built with blue bricks and earthen tiles, is only two stories high. The colorful lights wrapped around the wooden plaque flicker faintly in the snow-white world.
Pushing open the old wooden door, the creaking sound and the crisp sound of the bell attracted the attention of the people in the house. A white-haired old man sat up from behind the counter, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the two people who lifted the curtain.
Qin Yuchen stood at the door, took off his scarf, shook off the snow on his shoulders, walked to the counter, took out a banknote and handed it to the old man, saying softly:
"One room."
The old man took the money, held his glasses with one hand and raised the money with the other hand, held it under the light to check it back and forth, and after confirming that it was real, he took out a notebook and a bunch of keys from the drawer.
She took one of the keys and pushed the notebook in front of Qin Yuchen:
"Come on, write your name and phone number here."
Qin Yuchen signed his name without hesitation, picked up the key and was about to leave when he heard the old man's voice again:
"Go up to the second floor and turn left and you'll see the house number."
"Thank you."
Qin Yuchen thanked him without even turning his head, and followed Zhang Qiling to the stairs.
With the old man's guidance, the two quickly found the house number 203.
When I opened the door, I saw that the room, half covered by curtains, was a bit old and simply furnished.
The not-so-big space only contained some necessities. Half of it was occupied by a bed that could only accommodate two people, and the other half was a low cabinet for tea sets and toiletries, and a table.
The accommodation environment is not very good, but for the two of them, this place is pretty good.
Moreover, compared to those big hotels, this kind of small hotel is more suitable for them.
No ID is required, just your name and phone number.
As for whether it is true or false, no one will deliberately check it, so a lot of unnecessary trouble can be saved.
Qin Yuchen put his backpack on the stool in the corner. He opened the curtains and wiped the mist off the window with his gloves, then said to the person behind him:
“It’s snowing pretty heavily.”
"Yeah." Zhang Qiling responded, closed the door, took off his gloves, stood beside Qin Yuchen, and followed his line of sight to look at the blurry scene outside.
“No car should be willing to go up.”
It is still some distance from here to the Lama Temple. You can drive up there, but it is not very practical because we don’t know when the snow will stop.
"Let's find someone who rides horses."
Qin Yuchen swung his gloves casually, not caring about Zhang Qiling's thoughts and decided to go out later.
He glanced at the person next to him, raised his lips and smiled, half-jokingly saying:
"Are you going alone this time?"
In fact, they did not come to Motuo very often, and Qin Yu went to the Lama Temple even less often. He almost always accompanied Zhang Qiling to Motuo, and then stayed in a hotel, waiting for that person to come back.
The two came to Motuo when Zhang Qiling still had memory. Now that he has lost his memory, Qin Yuchen would not have taken the initiative to come here.
As for the reason?
In the past, he and Hei Xia Zi tried to tell Zhang Qiling about the things they had done together.
Except for Zhang Qiling who had a vague impression in his memory, most of what was said had no effect at all except making him frown and think hard.
Tan Yuchen also took the amnesiac Zhang Qiling to the Lama temple.
Day after day, he went in and out of every room, flipping through every book there, but it did little to help him remember.
Not only did he not remember much, but it made Zhang Qiling more eager to get his memory back.
From then on, Qin Yuchen and Hei Xiazi rarely mentioned the past, and never took the initiative to say where they wanted to take Zhang Qiling.
"Together."
Zhang Qiling thought of something, shook his head and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"..."
Qin Yuchen did not reply, but turned sideways, half leaned against the window with his arms folded across his chest, tilted his head and looked directly at Zhang Qiling's profile, as if trying to see something from that calm expression.
The person being stared at couldn't hold out for more than a few minutes before he gave in. He sighed and asked helplessly:
"what happened?"
"Look at you." Tan Yuchen answered honestly.
"...?"
Zhang Qiling was puzzled, but he did not dwell too much on someone's sudden gaze. Instead, he pulled the person away from the window so that the person who did not know the cold could pay attention to his shoulders.