At 8 o'clock the next morning, Cen Bowen and Shang Qingyuan had already boarded the plane and headed for the nearest airport to Shalian.

Shalian is a small remote village in the southeast, 3,000 kilometers away from Gaoning City, and it has only been connected to the railway in the past two years.

Chalian is actually Zhuo Jiali's grandfather's mother, that is, her grandmother's hometown, and no one knows.

Because they were afraid that others would find them, Zhuo Jiali and Zhuo Laosan did not dare to go back to those sensitive places in their hometown directly, and finally chose such a calm and peaceful pure land.

In the first class cabin, the beautiful and gentle stewardess looked at Cen Bowen, who was full of sadness but not less handsome in her eyebrows, her eyes glowed with a strange light, and she was very grateful for such a rare opportunity given to her, and ran around diligently to ask him what service he needed.

Cen Bowen was all about Zhuo Jiali, who was looking for nothing, and he had no time to pay attention to the secret messages of others, and faintly rejected these annoying smokescreens that disturbed his eyes.

It was Shang Qingyuan next to Cen Bowen who enthusiastically took over the conversation.

"Excuse me, give this gentleman a sandwich with a glass of hot milk, the milk temperature is hot, thank you!"

The stewardess ran into a wall here in Cen Bowen, and there was still a handsome little guy Shang Qingyuan at the bottom, and she was busy showing an increasingly charming smile, and quickly changed the channel between her eyebrows and discharged at Shang Qingyuan.

The stewardess put the sandwich and hot milk on Cen Bowen's table, and also brought one to Shang Qingyuan, and even put a heart-shaped poached egg on Shang Qingyuan's sandwich, the meaning of the main attack is self-evident.

Shang Qingyuan was like a solid piece of wood, ignoring the flight attendant's hard work, and suddenly pushed the poached egg in front of Cen Bowen.

"Senior brother, you make up for it, it's been hard these days!"

The flight attendant hit a wall at Cen Bowen and Shang Qingyuan one after another, and returned to the rest cabin in a huff.

Another flight attendant saw that she was puffing up, and thought that she had encountered some "groping pig hands" outside, and comforted her with kind words.

The flight attendant who hit the wall rolled her eyes with a red mouth.

"I really hope that they can do it to me, who knows that the two of them can't get into the oil and salt, and they are still affectionate to each other, maybe they are all 'crooked moons'!"

The gossip stewardess hurriedly looked in the direction of Cen Bowen and them in the first-class cabin.

"Tut-tut, it's a pity that two such good skins!"

Cen Bowen came home last night, finally obediently ate a bowl of noodles and then took a bath and went to bed, but the more tired he was, the more difficult it was to sleep.

It can be regarded as witnessing Gao Ning's night at 4 o'clock again, he fell asleep, and within two hours, he woke up from the nightmare and jumped up to catch the plane.

After eating sandwiches and poached eggs and drinking a few sips of hot milk, Cen Bowen, who was a little relaxed on the way to see Zhuo Jiali, slept until the plane landed.

Shang Qingyuan was also busy finding Zhuo Jiali's whereabouts the night before, and he didn't have much more rest time than Cen Bowen.

This time, he was infected by his senior brother's drowsiness, Shang Qingyuan also closed his eyes and fell asleep together.

In the depths of the dream, the plane jolted slightly, and Shang Qingyuan's head rested on Cen Bowen's shoulder. This scene abused the first-class flight attendant on duty again.

As soon as he got off the plane, Cen Bowen and Shang Qingyuan, who had finally recovered some of his spirits, took a taxi to Shalian without stopping.

The airport is still 500 kilometers away from Shalian, and the closer you get to Shalian Road, the more difficult it is to walk.

Cen Bowen has been pampered since he was a child, and the car was so bumpy that he had just recovered a little bloody on his cold face, and there were a few more unspeakable colors, and his internal organs were fighting fiercely with the sandwiches, eggs, and milk he ate on the plane.

Shang Qingyuan was not much better than him, his nervous hands kept clutching the hem of his clothes, and he struggled to count the minutes and seconds in his heart, trying to disperse the fierce commotion in his stomach.

At about 9 o'clock in the evening, the bloodless two people who had been bumpy for several hours finally came to the entrance of Shalian Village.

In the era of highly developed economy, it is rare to see such a simple and natural ancient village.

There are not many houses in the village, the lights are dim, and most of them are two-storey cottages faintly visible. A muddy path leads to the village, on both sides of the road is half-human-high grass, and it should be quite refreshing to see the green during the day, but it is a little mad to see the black pressure at night.

Shang Qingyuan carried two travel bags and looked around. Where can they stay at night in such a desolate and dilapidated place?

Cen Bowen also beat the drum in his heart, many years of pampered life, any wilderness survival has nothing to do with him, and now the scene in front of him, for him, is like stepping into the primeval forest, making people at a loss.

Cen Bowen and Shang Qingyuan were messy in the cool breeze at the entrance of Shalian Village for a while, and finally stubbornly strode into the village.

There are not many outsiders in the village, and most of them are grandparents and grandchildren huddled together in the same house. Everyone is mainly engaged in farming, and most of the people who need to buy things only go to the town on weekends.

Cen Bowen and Shang Qingyuan walked a long way, and finally saw a commissary with some cigarettes, drinks, snacks and the like, and several villager-like men around the commissary playing poker.

Shang Qingyuan hurriedly stepped forward and politely asked for directions.

"Brothers, where is the hotel in the village?"

"Hotel?"

The first older man laughed.

"We don't have any hotels in Shalian Village? In the past, there was a guest house at the entrance of the village, but it didn't take long for it to close because there were few people coming. You're from out of town, aren't you?"

Shang Qingyuan nodded to the man hurriedly.

"We've arrived here from out of town, can you introduce a place for us to rest for the night?"

The man looked at Shang Qingyuan and Cen Bowen behind him, most of the two people who looked like noble sons would not come to Shalian, a place where birds don't, to steal things. He rolled his eyes a few times and threw the cards in his hand on the table.

"You guys play first, I'll pick your pants later!"

The man turned to Shang Qingyuan and them again.

"Come with me, my mother-in-law has gone back to her parents' house in the past few days, my kid has gone to study in other places, and he won't come back until the summer vacation, his room can let you live for a few days, a day...... 30 bucks?"

This money is less than Cen Bowen's car stepping on the accelerator, and he stared at the man with wide eyes, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

The man looked at Cen Bowen's expression, and thought that he was too expensive, so he quickly changed his words.

"Be a friend, 20 yuan, 20 yuan a day, right?"

Not only Cen Bowen, but also Shang Qingyuan's worldview has been refreshed.

Although Shang Qingyuan's family is not a wealthy family, he also has tiles in the city, can eat well, and go to study in the world's top universities, has a fairly decent job, and is taken care of by Cen Bowen in Gaoning, and also owns a big luxury car and a small apartment, and his identity has already risen several steps.

Now to live in a private house room for 20 yuan a night in this small village with black lights is also an incredible thing for him.