He Wan'er sat up groggily, not knowing where he was sleeping, and forgetting what he had done the night before.

There was a rectangular tent overhead, a thick felt underneath, and several layers of cotton mats on top, the quilt was clean and soft, and it looked new.

But there were no pillows, she slept on her own sweatshirt.

It took a while for He Wan'er to recall that he had fun and followed Lazhen to the pot, drank a lot of wine in the second half of the night, and then fell asleep in a daze-or Lazhen thoughtfully gave her her tent, and she went to a friend's tent to squeeze in.

He Wan'er stretched his waist, yawned again, and suddenly saw his messy hair in the small mirror next to him.

Inexplicably remembering the disgust on Mo Chunshan's face, He Wan'er was excited and hurriedly got up.

The light coming through the roof of the tent, and the bustling voices outside, must not be early.

Sure enough, as soon as she lifted the tent, she found that the sky was bright, and the sun had crawled into the air, and her eyes were gradually burning.

He Wan'er was busy looking for water to wash, and as soon as he cleaned himself up to see people, he found that not far away, Mo Chunshan was standing next to his car, wiping his hands with a wet tissue.

He changed his clothes again, and the dark blue down jacket from the previous day was replaced by a dark gray coat that he couldn't tell which brand and didn't know what fabric, which was structured and shapely.

Not only is he dressed like a dog, but he doesn't have a trace of stubble on his chin, and his hair is not messy, which is quite fresh and clean.

He Wan'er frowned.

Very good, very elite, and in line with the cold and arrogant personality set by Boss Mo.

It's just that I don't know how he can iron his clothes so neatly when he goes out alone, and he can still clean up his hair before entering the hairdresser when no one is waiting. Didn't you bring a bucket of hair wax?

He Wan'er scolded and stepped forward.

"Are you leaving?" He Guan'er stepped forward to prepare a few words of greetings in the spirit of leaving a line of meeting and meeting in the future.

Then send away the Mo poisonous snake, and never see each other again.

Mo Chunshan glanced at her, still in a short style: "Let's go." ”

"Oh. She took the initiative to smile, "I'll play for two more days, and then I'll go to the county seat." Mr. Mo, I won't send it, pay attention to safety on the road. ”

It seems that he had long expected that He Wan'er would not go on the road with him, and Mo Chunshan didn't ask the reason, but only said one word: "Okay." ”

Then I got in the car and started the engine to heat up the car in situ.

He Wan'er knew that he was about to leave, and he didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he went back to the tent and sorted out his bag contentedly.

It was rare to come across a Tibetan calendar year, and last night Lazhen strongly invited her to play for a few more days, so she decided to stay for two more days before leaving, and have a good experience of the local customs and folklore.

It's a big deal, just compress the time to go to Goseong and other places, buy a train ticket three days before the end of the holiday, and go back to Gyeongju for 30 hours, it's not impossible.

Thinking of the train ticket, He Wan'er suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

She hurriedly opened her bag and poured everything onto the bed.

The wash bag is there, the clothes are there, and the camera bag that I had been carrying in my hand last night fell to the lawn and rolled around a few times, a little dirty, but it was fine.

It's just that what about her wallet, what about her mobile phone, what about her documents?

He Wan'er patted her head, remembering the experience of accidentally leaving her small waist bag containing these important items on the shore of the Nine Whiskers Sea at noon the day before, and being picked up by wild monkeys.

She covered her face in despair.

How could she be so stupid? What should she do now? More than 2,000 kilometers away from Gyeongju, how can she go back without her wallet, documents, and most importantly, mobile phone?

Is it too unrealistic to let someone come and pick her up? Not to mention that everyone else has to go to work, even if she does, how can she get her back?

There is also no ID card, and even buying a ticket has become a problem.

He Wan'er was holding his head and pulling his hair, when he suddenly heard the sound of the engine starting outside the house.

Her eyes lit up - as if there was still a way to go, but it seemed to be humiliated.

But in a few seconds, He Guaner made a decision.

She gritted her teeth, no longer caring about the new hatred and old hatred, got up to chase Mo Chunshan's car, and even the backpack fell to the ground with a thud, and she couldn't care about picking it up.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, she ran up at almost a 100-meter sprint to stop the slowly moving car.

"Wait!" she shouted.

Mo Chunshan stepped on the brakes when he heard the sound, lowered the window, and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

He Wan'er gasped and lowered his voice to make his tone sound polite: "Mr. Mo, can you take me with you?"

"Back to the county seat? ”

"No, re...... Gyeongju. He Guan'er stammered a little.

He was a little surprised, and his sword eyebrows raised slightly: "Why?"

She gritted her teeth, but still said her difficulty: "I lost my wallet. ”

Mo Chunshan nodded and responded lightly: "I saw it." ”

Yes, he witnessed the tragedy with his own eyes, and he was still able to stop the passerby who stood by but did nothing.

He Guaner didn't have time to deal with Mo Chunshan about new and old hatreds, and said: "There is my ID card in it, I can't buy a train ticket, I can't write a hotel." ”

"Got it. He nodded again.

He Wan'er blinked, not knowing how to take the next sentence.

Fortunately, Mo Chunshan finally understood it: "Do you want to follow my car back, so as not to be inconvenient without an ID card along the way?"

He Guaner's head was like pounding garlic, and his eyes were looking forward to it.

She could have chosen a car and rushed back from station to station, but in ethnic areas, it was inevitable that she would encounter checkpoints set up by the police to investigate.

At this point, the loss of her ID card became a big problem - if she was lucky, the police let her go, and if she was unlucky, it would be a waste of time just to verify her identity.

If she is regarded as a bad element with malicious intentions to incite national contradictions, it will be troublesome.

She has a limited vacation and wants to go to a few more places, but she can't waste too much energy on unnecessary things.

That's why she begged Mo Chunshan, who never gave her a good look.

But then again, this person's stinky personality is not good, but at least it won't have any bad intentions, but it makes her unusually reassured.

It's a big deal to turn a blind eye to his stinky face and ridicule, as long as you can solve the problem of going home, everything is worth it.

"No, I can't. Mo Chunshan replied.

He Wan'er was stunned, he didn't expect him to reject her so simply.

"I don't have any money, I don't have a cell phone. He Wan'er had no choice but to continue, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

She has no money, no way to book a room, no navigation to check the route, and no way to know the road conditions, which is like a blind person, when she can go back to Gyeongju, she really can't say.

If it weren't for the fact that the world was so difficult, if she hadn't lost her mobile phone, she wouldn't even be able to remember Guiwang's number, she really didn't want to ask for Mo Chunshan at all.

"That's your trouble, not mine. ”

Mo Chunshan once again shattered her illusion of expecting mercy from his men.

He Wan'er pondered for a long time, and didn't know whether to get acquainted with him? Or discuss with him the truth of being a man and leaving a line?

After thinking for a while, his voice was like a gnat: "I'll give you the travel expenses as soon as I go back to Gyeongju." ”

Mo Chunshan looked like an idiot: "You think I'm like a Didi driver?"

He Guaner himself felt embarrassed, and he could only be speechless when he was despised.

Indeed, Mo Chunshan's family has a big business, where can she earn her three melons and two dates?

He Wan'er thought for a while and couldn't find the next reason, Mo Chunshan seemed to be very impatient, and pressed the button for the window to rise.

He Wan'er was a little anxious, and his fingers were broken on the car window and refused to let go.

She said something stupid in a moment's brain: "I can still move dead trees on the road." ”

Sure enough, he once again gained Mo Chunshan's idiotic expression: "I won't go on an abandoned national highway again." ”

His expression and voice were as indifferent as ever, but there was a subtle smile in his eyes.

He Wan'er thought about it seriously and tried to keep his mind calm: "I can drive, you will inevitably get tired when you drive alone, I can change you when the time comes." ”

"You even lost your driver's license, what kind of car are you driving. ”

Well, choked her perfectly.

"Also, I can take you on the road, how can I take you to a hotel? There are two of us, but we can only write one room. ”

Mo Chunshan added.

He Waner is poor in words.

Yes, even if the traffic problem is solved, how can she solve the problem of staying in the hotel?

She thought for a moment and gritted her teeth: "I slept in the car." ”

Mo Chunshan was a little surprised, and replied after a few seconds: "Yes." Still, there's not enough reason for me to take you with you. ”

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, his hand on the steering wheel and looked sideways at her, the corners of his eyes gradually raised an arc, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He Wan'er thought for more than ten seconds, picked out the most confident and said: "I have been to the plateau many times, Mr. Mo, you are probably not too familiar with this side, I can also recommend to you the attractions that have not yet been known by the world and are hidden in the depths, which are guaranteed to be worth visiting." ”

She could see that Mo Chunshan didn't say anything on the surface, but if the scenery was particularly beautiful, he was still willing to stop.

A tour guide who is familiar with the road conditions and sights, maybe is what he needs.

Sure enough, Mo Chunshan seemed to be a little interested: "It's not enough, continue?"

He Wan'er remembered that day when he wandered by the Nine Whiskers Sea for an hour just to shoot the goblet, and suddenly his soul was blessed.

"You wait!" she raised her voice with a solemn face, "you wait and don't run, wait for me to come out, I have something for you to see." ”

As she spoke, she was a little hesitant whether to let go, and she was a little afraid that when she went to get something, Mo Chunshan drove the car away.

Mo Chunshan naturally knew what she was worried about, and seeing her anxious and worried eyes, he couldn't help lowering his voice: "Okay, I'm here, don't go." ”

The voice was much milder than before, even with a hint of warmth.

He Wan'er was in a hurry to notice it, she rushed into the house, grabbed the camera on the bed, and ran out again.

Just a few dozen meters away, she ran out of breath.

She panted and flipped out the photos in her camera: "Look, is this enough?"

It is the most proud Jiuxuhai "goblet" she took of those photos, and the light of the perfect composition definitely beats the ones taken by Mo Chunshan himself.

Just kidding, what she risked falling into the sea and took with a professional hunk camera is definitely incomparable to his weak chicken shots of 7 fruits and 8 fruits.

If Mo Chunshan is really interested in that place, then this photo may be able to move him.

Sure enough, the photo she was most satisfied with was finally exchanged for Mo Chunshan's expression moving slightly.

Just a second later, he looked as usual again, and replied lightly: "Deal." ”