Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang took a photo for Duan Zhuo. He had already figured out Duan Zhuo's identity from the meal, so there was no need to exaggerate. The photo also included his thumbs-up gesture.

This was the gesture he often made to Jing Chen in his previous small world. Every time he enjoyed the food cooked by Jing Chen, he would give him a thumbs up. After being here for eight years, he finally got to eat this familiar meal.

After receiving the message, the other party sent a message: "Is it delicious? I'll make it for you next time."

Then he sent another message: Is your phone number a chat account? I added you, can you please approve it?

Lian Qingyang received a friend request just after he finished reading the message. After accepting it, a video call came in. When he answered it, he saw the face in front of the screen. The person on the other end had just finished taking a shower, and water was still dripping from their hair, running down their face.

After the call was connected, the two of them stared at each other. No one spoke, and the air seemed to be quiet. After a while, Lian Qingyang finally spoke: "Why don't you blow-dry your hair? It's still dripping."

Duan Zhuo suddenly came back to his senses, as if he had realized something. He suddenly stood up with his mobile phone, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, then went back into the bedroom. After going back and forth several times, he stood still at the bedroom door, looking at the screen blankly.

Lian Qingyang was amused by his actions. Seeing him acting like a young boy who had been caught, he finally reminded him, "I said you should blow dry your hair. Go find a hair dryer."

Duan Zhuo nodded and said, "Wait for me for a while, just a moment."

Lian Qingyang nodded and watched his figure disappear, leaving only white on the screen.

Before Duan Zhuo came back, Yue Songming popped up a video call. He was afraid that Yue Songming had something important to tell him, so he sent a message to Duan Zhuo and answered Yue Songming's video call.

"Xiaoqing! Save senior!" The scene changed and Lian Qingyang saw Yue Songming's messy hair and a somewhat collapsed expression.

He first calmed Yue Songming down, and then asked him what was going on.

Seeing Lian Qingyang's calm face, Yue Songming suddenly felt emboldened and quickly explained the situation to him: "We ran the project this afternoon a few times and it worked fine. But tonight we tried to continue, and it won't run at all. This project is almost due, and we can't expect it to collapse right after we finish building it, right?"

Lian Qingyang put his phone on the table, cut out the movie screen on the computer, asked Yue Songming for the remote control password, quickly looked through the code, changed a few places, tapped on the keyboard for a few minutes, then picked up the phone and looked at Yue Songming.

Yue Songming and the others were also very capable people. Watching the operations on the computer, they gradually understood what was going on. After Lian Qingyang had finished everything, he spoke up: "Oh my god, so this is where it is. It turns out you can't spot the mistakes in your own work. I've checked it over and over again and still can't find it."

"We're both human, so why is your junior so much smarter? I'm number one in my major after all!!"

"It's so late. I hope I didn't disturb you, Junior Brother, to rest?"

Lian Qingyang smiled and shook his head to indicate that he was fine. "I haven't slept yet either. Helping you guys is also my contribution to the team."

They chatted for a few more minutes before finally hanging up the phone.

After Lian Qingyang hung up the phone, he didn't continue watching the movie. He turned off the computer and went to the bedroom with his mobile phone.

After washing up and lying on the bed, Lian Qingyang took the initiative to call Duan Zhuo via video. The call was connected quickly. He looked at the screen expressionlessly, but his eyes softened the moment he saw Lian Qingyang, betraying him.

"Didn't you say you would wait for me? You broke your promise again." The tone was clearly questioning, but for some reason, I could hear a sense of grievance.

Lian Qingyang knew what Duan Zhuo meant, so he turned sideways and stared at the screen. The person opposite him was also lying on the bed and staring at him. As soon as their eyes met, they started staring at each other crazily.

Only after Duan Zhuo slowly closed his eyes did Lian Qingyang speak softly, "Why haven't you explained it clearly?"

*

The next day, before Lian Qingyang got up, there was a knock on the door. He woke up half asleep and opened the door. His eyes widened. Quan Kangxu said to him with a complicated expression, "Hello, your takeaway."

Lian Qingyang frowned and looked at the bag he handed over: "I didn't order takeout."

Quan Kangxu continued to pass it to him, and after he took it, he said, "Take a look at the bill yourself."

After saying that, he quickly went downstairs without even looking back.

Lian Qingyang watched his back disappear at the stairs in confusion, then lowered his head to find the bill and took a look. The note read: You must eat on time in the morning. I bought your favorite shengjian (stir-fried dumplings). Love you, Mr. Duan.

He raised his head and was speechless for a moment. Lian Qingyang closed the door, put the bag on the table, and went back to the bedroom in his slippers. It was only seven o'clock, and he set the alarm for eight o'clock. It was not time to get up yet.

Just as he was about to fall asleep on the bed, his cell phone rang. Lian Qingyang reached for the phone on the bedside table, answered it, and said weakly, "What's up?"

"Qingqing? How was breakfast? Was it delicious?"

"Hmm... not bad, juicy and fragrant." Lian Qingyang couldn't open his eyes, his mind still in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. He smacked his lips twice as he spoke, "The soy milk is delicious too, it must have been freshly ground this morning."

Duan Zhuo paused in his chair and murmured in confusion, "I didn't buy soy milk!"

"But I still like eating brains. They taste better when they're salty, and they're amazing with scallion pancakes. But I haven't eaten them in twenty years, and there are fewer and fewer places selling brains these days..."

Duan Zhuo stood up and called out Lian Qingyang's name twice, but heard no sound. He listened carefully and caught the faint breathing sound. He was relieved to know that Lian Qingyang was still sleeping.

"You should be talking about tofu pudding, right? And if I remember correctly, aren't you only eighteen years old in this world?" Duan Zhuo didn't hang up the phone. He put it aside and listened to his breathing while working. It took him a while to react to what Lian Qingyang said.

*

By the time Lian Qingyang got up and packed up to eat, the breakfast on the table was already cold. He heated up the fried dumplings with chili oil and the stomach-nourishing porridge and finished them all. After he was full, he rushed to Yue Songming. Their project was almost completed, and he couldn't just work from home.

For several consecutive days, Lian Qingyang went to the team to help, and successfully completed the task a few days before the deadline. That afternoon, several people took him to eat hot pot, talked and laughed, and after eating, they went to KTV and played for the whole afternoon before letting him go home.

On the way back, I had to pass by Duan Zhuo's company. Lian Qingyang stopped for a few minutes, but always felt that he smelled like hot pot, so he didn't stay there for long. He turned around and wanted to take the subway home. When he turned the corner, he caught a glimpse of a man in his peripheral vision. He was wearing a neat suit and walking towards the company with his head slightly raised.

Lian Qingyang hadn't seen someone so pretentious for a long time. He couldn't help but turn his head and take a look. He saw a familiar face, Meng Linchen.

Why did he come to Chaoshi? And walk into Duan Zhuo's company with such brazenness?

The footsteps stopped again, and Lian Qingyang stood there with his perspective fixed. From this angle, he could only see the company gate, and could not see what was happening inside. After waiting for about three minutes, Meng Linchen appeared at the door again. This time, his walking posture was not so ostentatious, and even seemed to be escaping. Lian Qingyang quickly took a photo and saved it in the album.