Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

In the next few days, Lian Qingyang did not go out, but he kept avoiding Zuo Yanchen except for eating. Until his friend's wedding date was approaching, Lian Qingyang was afraid that Zuo Yanchen would stop him from going, so he simply left for the hotel the day before. As a result, Zuo Yanchen called him several times before the evening.

Lian Qingyang had just finished his meal downstairs in the hotel. When he returned to his room to take a shower, he heard the phone on the bed ringing continuously. He came out of the bathroom, picked up the ringing phone on the bed, answered it, and then lay down on the bed.

A few seconds after the call was connected, the other end remained silent. Lian Qingyang heard the faint sound of wind coming from the other end. Puzzled, he called out "Hello" several times before he got a simple "Where are you?"

"At...home, what's wrong?"

This hotel is owned by the Lian family, and he has his own rooms, so if you round it off, it can be considered his home.

Zuo Yanchen put the phone receiver close to his ear, and only gradually felt relieved when he heard the familiar voice.

He got home early today and thought Lian Qingyang was staying in his bedroom, so he didn't pay much attention to it. As a result, he realized something was wrong after he had prepared dinner and Lian Qingyang still hadn't come out. He completely forgot about Lian Qingyang's plans for the weekend and drove out to look for him without even eating. In a hurry, he even contacted Xia Zhili to help investigate Lian Qingyang's real-time location.

During the ten minutes or so he spent trying to get through to Lian Qingyang, he'd been thinking about all sorts of ways to keep him at home. Even before the call was answered, his thoughts had already begun to darken. But the moment he heard Lian Qingyang's voice, all the negative thoughts vanished. Why was Lian Qingyang lying to him? He'd clearly looked for the places in his house where Lian Qingyang was supposed to be, but he didn't see him anywhere.

To him, home was just a two-dimensional noun. He had never seen his mother, and he hardly ever saw his father when he was a child. When he grew up, he mostly talked to him about work. The father and son were rational and objective when they got along, and it seemed that there had never been any warm moments in their relationship.

The home that he truly recognized was the place he now lived in with Lian Qingyang. In just a few months, he felt the concrete and tangible feeling of home there. But wasn't what Lian Qingyang considered home the place where they lived together?

"You're not at home." After waiting for a while in boredom, Lian Qingyang heard Zuo Yanchen's voice that was almost blending into the wind. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually heard a hint of grievance in it.

Lian Qingyang turned over and sat cross-legged, shaking his head to get rid of the inexplicable thoughts in his mind.

As long as he wasn't communicating with Zuo Yanchen face to face, he spoke much more fluently: "Oh, actually, I'm at Liangzi, a hotel near the home of my friend who's getting married. I'll send you the address later. Will you come pick me up tomorrow?"

The request came out so naturally. Zuo Yanchen didn't hesitate this time and agreed directly, whispering: "Have fun, don't drink too much."

Lian Qingyang raised his hand and touched his earlobe, which was slightly hot. He looked away and said repeatedly, "I know, I know. I'm hanging up now."

After the call ended, Zuo Yanchen got into the car and put his phone aside. He clicked on an unread message that had just been sent. It was the location information sent by Xia Zhili. He sent a voice message: Thanks, brother.

Before he could see the location message clearly, Lian Qingyang's message came. He clicked on it before he could react. It was also a location message. Zuo Yanchen said sorry to his brother in his heart, and read the message from Lian Qingyang without any burden.

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The wedding banquet was lively and the bride and groom were both good at making friends. All the people who came this time were good friends, so the party was quite casual. Fortunately, due to Lian Qingyang's status, everyone was more restrained when toasting. After a round of toasts, Lian Qingyang couldn't help but drink a few glasses of wine and felt a little dizzy.

He sat back in his seat with a dazed head, and then ate quietly. Whatever dish was passed to him, he would pick it up and put it on his plate. If he found a dish he didn't like, he would just eat the leftovers on his plate. He was only familiar with the groom among the people present, and when others saw his aloof look, they didn't try to talk to him, but just drank and chatted with each other.

After eating, Lian Qingyang hung his head in a daze, listening to those noisy people talking about everything indistinctly, and when he heard something interesting, he would raise his head and take a look. He was drunk but his face was not visible, and his expression was still normal. As long as he didn't speak, you couldn't tell that he was drunk.

The phone rang for a long time, and the people around him heard it. They nudged him with their elbows and reminded him, "Hey, buddy, is this your phone on the table? It seems to have been ringing for a while. Don't you want to answer it?"

Lian Qingyang turned his head to look at the man, and at his gesture, slowly looked at the table. The phone on the table was buzzing. It was a call from Zuo Yanchen. He shuddered all over, and his dizzy head cleared up for a moment. He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

The noise around him was too loud. He turned on the hands-free mode and put the phone close to his ear. He didn't notice that his ear accidentally hit the hang-up button. He was still listening carefully to the voice on the other end, complaining quietly: "Why can't I hear you clearly? What are you saying? Can't you speak louder?"

Just as he was about to take a look at it, the phone that was still pressed against his ear rang. Startled, Lian Qingyang quickly moved it away, still wondering, "Why are they calling again? I haven't even hung up the phone just now."

I felt that my consciousness had never been so clear as it was at this moment. After Lian Qingyang hung up the call, he put the phone to his ear, wanting to continue listening to the voice of the previous call, but still heard nothing.

At this time, the phone rang again. He hung up again in dissatisfaction. However, the other party seemed to be competing with him. As soon as he hung up, he called again. Lian Qingcheng kept hanging up. He didn't have time to listen to others. He kept pressing the hang-up button. After a minute, it finally stopped. He just breathed a sigh of relief when a voice came from behind him: "Why do you keep hanging up on me?"

It was Zuo Yanchen's voice! Lian Qingyang turned around abruptly and met those deep eyes. It seemed as if he hadn't noticed the dangerous emotions brewing in Zuo Yanchen's eyes. He spoke incoherently but didn't forget to preemptively attack: "You! Why don't you talk when you call me? Do you know how many times I've hung up just to answer your call? As soon as I hung up, another call came in, so I didn't have time to listen to you later... This person who keeps calling is so annoying!"

Naturally, the others also saw the man who broke in inexplicably. The drunk people didn't pay much attention, while those who were not drunk began to look at each other, until Lian Qingyang's aggrieved voice was heard, and then those people began to whisper.

In order to prove his innocence, the "wronged" Lian Qingyang raised his black-screened phone in front of Zuo Yanchen and said, "If you don't believe me, look!"