The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Chen Zhi decided to go to Beijing, and that very night she had Shi Xin go home with her to load the pigs and chickens into the truck and drive away.

Chen Zhi also started packing her things. She had heard that it was already very cold in the north at this time of year, so she brought along several sets of cotton-padded clothes that Xi Lang had made for her, as well as her own fox fur cloak.

She didn't have any luggage bags, so she wrapped her clothes and cloak in a sheet and stuffed them into a burlap sack.

She put the bankbook and cash into the inner pocket of her hastily sewn clothes.

After finishing packing, Chen Zhi went to the brigade leader's house to get a letter of introduction.

When Chen Renzheng heard that Chen Zhi was going to Beijing, he was taken aback. "You're not afraid of going to a place you don't know well?"

Chen Zhi shook her head, "I'm not afraid."

Chen Renzheng had a lot of questions to ask Chen Zhi, but Chen Zhi knew nothing about them. He thought Chen Zhi was crazy, daring to go out without understanding anything!

"Our Sandong Village is pretty good too, there's no need to go out. Are you not doing well in our village?" Don't think he doesn't know how comfortable Chen Zhi's life is. The truck comes every few days, either delivering or transporting things. The aroma of meat fills the air at this girl's house every day. Even city people don't eat as well as her.

Chen Zhi: "Okay."

Chen Ren glared at her, "Fine, then don't go."

What would a country girl like you do in Beijing? You can't read a single word; you'd just be laughed at.

Xi Lang's family is either rich or noble, and the woman they want to marry must be a good match for them. Do you think you can get a good match if you go there?

Chen Renzheng looked at the bewildered Chen Zhi, feeling both a headache and a bit of heartache.

Chen Zhi: "I'll just go take a look, I'll be back."

Chen Renzheng: "You're so stubborn! Fine, I'll stamp it for you, and you can get another official stamp from the commune tomorrow. Don't act impulsively if you get bullied outside. It's not like home; no one will protect you there."

Chen Zhi gave a soft "hmm".

The next day, Chen Zhi and Chen Renzheng went to town. Chen Zhi took her luggage with her, and if all went well, she would set off directly from town.

She carried two burlap sacks on her shoulder and a basket in her hand. The basket contained hard-boiled eggs and egg pancakes she had made that morning. A military-green water bottle hung around her neck.

Chen Zhi gave Chen Renzheng two eggs, but Chen Renzheng didn't eat them and put them in his shirt pocket.

Chen Renzheng: "Take it back to appease my little grandchildren."

Chen Zhi thought that Chen Renzheng already had five grandchildren, so she gave Chen Renzheng three more.

Chen Renzheng didn't stand on ceremony with her and accepted everything.

Chen Zhi then gave him two egg pancakes, saying, "You can take these and eat them yourself."

Chen Renzheng took it, put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but praise it after the first bite, "It's so delicious."

The two arrived at the commune together. Chen Renzheng went to help Chen Zhi get the official seal, while Chen Zhi stood at the commune gate and waited.

"Chen Zhi?" Song Zhaoyuan passed by.

Chen Zhi looked up, not expecting to run into Song Zhaoyuan at this moment. "Hello."

Song Zhaoyuan's gaze fell on Chen Zhi's luggage, and he asked, "What are you going to do—"

"I'll go to Beijing with you," Chen Zhi continued, pointing inside. "They're waiting for the official seal to be affixed."

Song Zhaoyuan seemed completely unsurprised by Chen Zhi's decision; he just hadn't expected her to act so quickly. "Leaving today?"

Chen Zhi nodded.

Song Zhaoyuan continued, "Leaving in a little while?"

Chen Zhi nodded; she couldn't wait to see Xi Lang.

Song Zhaoyuan knew what was going on. "I'll go get the car. You wait here for a bit."

By the time Song Zhaoyuan arrived in his car, Chen Zhi had already received the letter of introduction.

Chen Zhi put her things in the back seat of the car, and then sat in the passenger seat, holding her basket and water bottle in her arms.

As the car drove out of Bayuan Town, the surroundings became unfamiliar. Chen Zhi gazed out the window, lost in thought. Song Zhaoyuan's gaze swept over Chen Zhi several times, his curiosity about this pretty country girl growing stronger.

"Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?" he asked, voicing his doubts.

Chen Zhi merely glanced at him indifferently, remaining silent.

Song Zhaoyuan thought to himself that this person was probably mentally unstable.

The two fell silent again. The car drove from morning to afternoon, arriving at another small town. Song Zhaoyuan stopped the car. "Let's get something to eat first."

Chen Zhi: "I brought my own food."

Song Zhaoyuan shook his head. "Eat something hot. Keep your food for now; you might not be able to find a restaurant again."

Chen Zhi then got out of the car.

This is a state-run restaurant. It's not big; there are only five square tables inside. The small blackboard at the front desk lists today's menu: white rice, twice-cooked pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and stir-fried eggs with chives.

Song Zhaoyuan ordered all the dishes on the menu, and also ordered a pound of rice.

Chen Zhi saw Song Zhaoyuan take out a wallet. The wallet was bulging, with money and tickets inside. Many of the tickets were ones that Chen Zhi had never seen before and did not recognize.

"Find a table and sit down," Song Zhaoyuan instructed Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi chose a table near the outside. The table and the chair were greasy, but Chen Zhi didn't even frown, her expression was natural.

The cashier at the front desk was a young man, and his gaze had been fixed on Chen Zhi ever since she entered. Now that no customers were coming in, the young man brought Chen Zhi a pot of water and two empty bowls.

"The water was boiled not long ago, it's still hot," the young man said.

Chen Zhi nodded to the other person, "Thank you."

Chen Zhi glanced at the young man, and he blushed, his voice becoming nervous as he replied, "You're welcome."

Before he could say anything more, Song Zhaoyuan returned. Faced with the towering Song Zhaoyuan, the young man felt a strange fear and scurried away to retrieve the silver counter.

"Most state-run restaurants don't offer tea on their own initiative," Song Zhaoyuan said.

Chen Zhi paused in pouring water, looked up at him, and asked, "Do you need money?"

If she needs money, she can pay for it herself.

Song Zhaoyuan: "..."

Is she pretending to be stupid, or does she really not understand?

Chen Zhi poured herself a bowl of water and then poured Song Zhaoyuan a bowl of water. The two of them drank water while waiting for the food to be cooked.

At this point, the portions of food were quite large. Song Zhaoyuan ordered three dishes. Except for the twice-cooked pork, which was a smaller portion, the other two dishes were served on large plates.

Song Zhaoyuan had a large appetite, and Chen Zhi also had a large appetite. In the end, they finished all the food and left nothing behind.

After the meal, Song Zhaoyuan took out his work ID, and the two used the restaurant's restroom to take care of personal matters before continuing their journey.

The car drove from dawn till dusk without Song Zhaoyuan stopping. Chen Zhi, feeling drowsy in the car, simply closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, the car was parked on a slope. The sky outside was a hazy gray, looking like early morning, before dawn. Song Zhaoyuan had already gotten out of the car and was standing by the door, his face grave.

Just as Chen Zhi was about to ask what had happened, a shuttle bus carrying passengers rushed down the slope at a very high speed, flashing past Chen Zhi's eyes—

There's a bend ahead; at this speed, there might be a problem.

Chen Zhi's heart was in her throat, and just as she had expected, the car couldn't be braked and plunged off the cliff.

"ah--"

Chen Zhi exclaimed in surprise and got out of the car to check.

"Don't move," Song Zhaoyuan said in a deep voice.

Chen Zhi was puzzled.

Just then, another car came down the slope, also passing by Chen Zhi at extremely high speed, rushing down the slope and off the cliff.

Chen Zhi's eyes widened, a strange feeling welling up inside her; something was wrong.

Something was definitely wrong, because another car came up the slope and also plunged off the cliff.

She then realized that it wasn't several cars, but just one car!

A car repeatedly lost control and plunged off a cliff!

No, it's not a car, it's an image!

This is not a real car.

Three words popped into Chen Zhi's mind: "It's a ghost."

Song Zhaoyuan told Chen Zhi to get into the car and not to wander off, while he went to the spot where the car had plunged off the cliff.

That bus seemed tireless, rushing down again and again, flying off the road and plunging off the cliff.

Chen Zhi blinked. She didn't see any "air" on the car, which was probably why she didn't notice the problem immediately.

However, there was no car, but there were other places.

She saw a dense, yin energy gathering above the cliff.

Chen Zhi guessed that many people inside the car must have died, and wondered if there were any survivors.

A short while later, Song Zhaoyuan returned, and Chen Zhi noticed that his expression was even more serious.

"Go to the nearest police station to report the case first," he said.

Song Zhaoyuan got into the car and started it. He deliberately slowed down, and the car slowly slid down the slope. But before it had gone two meters, the speed suddenly increased.

"not good!"

"I definitely stepped on the brakes!"

But the car was going faster and faster, and it looked like it was about to plunge off the cliff.

Chen Zhi frowned. An invisible energy rippled outwards from her, a slight thud echoed in the air, and the next second, a piercing screech of brakes rang out—

The car braked, but half of the front wheels were already off the cliff.

Still shaken, Song Zhaoyuan didn't dare waste a second. He quickly reversed the car, turned, and drove away into the distance.

It wasn't until the car had driven some distance that Song Zhaoyuan turned back to look at it. "The car just now—"

Chen Zhi looked at him, puzzled.

Song Zhaoyuan wanted to ask if she had done something, but seeing her "silly" expression, he realized he had overestimated Chen Zhi. So, he changed his question, "Weren't you scared just now?"

Chen Zhi: "I'm scared."

Song Zhaoyuan: "It doesn't look like it."

Chen Zhi: "I'm a little slow to react."

Song Zhaoyuan: "......."

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a police station.

Song Zhaoyuan went to the police station, and Chen Zhi fell asleep again in the car.

About twenty minutes later, the car set off again, followed by police cars and hospital vehicles.

They returned to the slope.

By then it was already daylight, and the "car" that had been falling off the cliff was no longer there.

Song Zhaoyuan and the police officers who came to rescue them were looking for a way down the cliff. Chen Zhi also got out of the car. She looked up at the sky. The sky was overcast, there was no sun, and there was no wind.

"You wait up there, don't wander off," Song Zhaoyuan instructed Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi hummed in agreement.

At this moment, the others at the scene also noticed Chen Zhi. They only had time to take a quick look before heading down the cliff.

The cliffs are steep, the vegetation is lush, and the road is difficult to travel.

Chen Zhi stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down. She saw the badly damaged car below. The car was deformed, several windows were broken, and blood was flowing out of the car, attracting flies and mosquitoes from the mountains.

Judging from the color of the blood, the car had been in the water for some time.