Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lin Haojun suddenly became quiet and carefully identified the figure at the door and the sound he made, but he didn't come into contact with many people in his daily life, so he really couldn't match the man's voice with his appearance.

Lian Qingyang smiled and said, "Lin Zhiqing just told me that he's feeling a little unwell, so we'll eat later. I'm going to go out to eat first, and I'd like to trouble Zhao Zhiqing to come over. Let's go eat first, Lin Zhiqing. If you don't feel so bad, come out to eat. If you're still not feeling well, I'll bring it in for you after dinner."

Lin Haojun secretly pinched his thigh, sniffed, and responded. His voice was hoarse from crying, mixed with a bit of fake weakness: "Okay, then I'll trouble Lian Zhiqing."

After saying this, Lian Qingyang walked out of the room and closed the door. He turned his head to look at the figure standing still and said in a natural tone, "Let's go, Zhao Zhiqing."

Seeing that Qingyang was not leaving either, the man had no choice but to leave first, and the obvious sound of footsteps was heard behind him.

*

Later that night, Ji Yunchen came to look for Lian Qingyang as usual, but did not see Lin Haojun. He gave Lian Qingyang a questioning look. Lian Qingyang shrugged and turned to look to the side and front. There was a person who thought he was very hidden watching them. Lian Qingyang had noticed it a few days ago and was wondering when that person would take action. He did not expect that he could not wait to tear up his book after just a few days.

He stood up, motioned Ji Yunchen to follow him out, and walked out the door first.

Don't look back, don't go to the secret base.

Lian Qingyang took advantage of the cover of night, pulled up Ji Yunchen's hand and wrote a few words on it stroke by stroke.

When they first started gathering together to study at night, the words written on the books or on the ground were impossible to see clearly under the faint moonlight, so Lian Qingyang would use their hands to write on them, and also help them deepen their impression of those words.

Therefore, after Lian Qingyang finished writing, Ji Yunchen raised his eyebrows and took him to another road. There were many small roads in the village. Ji Yunchen was used to wandering around in the village since he was a child. It was simply a human-shaped map of Yunqi Village.

Even Qingyang felt unfamiliar with this road. He could only vaguely observe that there were fields all around and a few thick trees that looked quite old and could even serve as cover to block their figures.

Ji Yunchen asked in a low voice as they walked: "Are you scared?"

Lian Qingyang grabbed his sleeve with one hand and shook his head left and right.

Ji Yunchen thought that this look was just a bluff. He tilted his ear to pay attention to the movement behind him, but in his mind he was thinking about Lian Qingyang's inexplicably cute behavior.

After passing a sparse forest, the view suddenly opened up. Lian Qingyang looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, and the hand holding his sleeve slowly tightened. Ji Yunchen pulled his hand and whispered, "Come with me here."

Lian Qingyang was taken away in a few steps and disappeared from the spot. The person behind them had just followed here, but when that person saw where this place was, his body stiffened and cold sweat broke out on his back.

This is a cemetery!

The two people who followed him disappeared, but there was no way forward. He looked around but saw no one.

There were only large and small mounds in front of him, randomly crowded on the flat ground. The mounds were surrounded by weeds. The yellow papers scattered on the ground floated up without wind and fell at his feet. It was still summer, but a chill rose from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to his back. He unconsciously raised his hand to rub his exposed arms, feeling many goose bumps on them.

While he was stunned, Lian Qingyang had quietly walked around behind the man and said in a long, trembling voice: "Don't you have a place to sleep? Why did you come to my house? Do you want to sleep here?"

Before he could finish the last sentence, the person in front of him seemed to be silenced and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ji Yunchen also emerged from the darkness. He kicked the man first, confirming that he was not faking it, then squatted down to check the man's breath, and then sighed softly, "He fainted."

Lian Qingyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and kicked the man in revenge for him tearing up his book. He then put his hand on Ji Yunchen's shoulder and leaned over to say, "Can you carry him? Let's carry him back to the Youth Institution later."

Ji Yunchen squatted where he was, motionless, and muttered, "He's already following us, why bring him back? Let him stay here."

"Of course I have to take him back." Lian Qingyang squatted down next to Ji Yunchen, slightly withdrawing his strength to lean on him. "However, how about giving him a beating before we go?"

There was a cemetery behind the two men. They looked at each other, and the excitement in their eyes was as if they were possessed by a demon crawling out of hell. If the person on the ground woke up at this moment, he would probably faint from fright again.

*

"Captain! Captain!" The gate of the educated youth institute was slammed loudly. Lian Qingyang held the door that was about to open with one hand and slammed it hard with the other hand, as if he was afraid that the people in the courtyard could not hear it.

Several footsteps were heard hurriedly approaching. Lian Qingyang guessed that the person inside was about to reach the door, so he let go of the hand holding the door. His originally expressionless face instantly showed an anxious look.

The door was opened with a swish, and Qu Ruixiang was standing behind the door in a white vest, followed by several male educated youth. The others also came out and stood at the door, looking over here. It seemed that no one had rested yet. Only Lin Haojun came out last, with a messy head of hair and slippers, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, trotted to the door, and relying on his thin body, nimbly squeezed in front of Lian Qingyang through the gap between the male educated youth.

"Lian Zhiqing, what's wrong?" Before Qu Ruixiang could speak, Lin Haojun asked with a light breath.

Lian Qingyang was panting even harder than him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, staring intently at Qu Ruixiang. He said anxiously, "Captain Qu, when Comrade Ji and I were just leaving, we ran into Zhao Zhiqing who had fainted. When we got closer, we saw that he looked like he'd been beaten up, with bruises all over his face. Comrade Ji is carrying him back now, so I came to tell you."

Lin Haojun was stunned by this. Wasn't Zhao Zhiqing the one who eavesdropped on their conversation at the door? How did Lian Qingyang rescue him? But Lian Qingyang must have had his reasons for doing so.

After listening to this, Qu Ruixiang raised his hand and turned on the light at the door. Under the dim light, Qingyang's face was sweaty and his cheeks were a little red, obviously caused by running too fast.

His voice was always clear, and the people standing at the door could hear him, and they were talking in low voices.

After explaining the general situation, he took a step back and stood next to Lin Haojun, so that the two of them were standing in the corner between the gate and the wall. The male educated youth next to them were all stretching their necks to look outside, and no one noticed this side.

Lin Haojun turned his head and questioned Lian Qingyang with his eyes. The man who was originally anxious now smiled at him secretly and stretched out his fingers to scratch his palm.