Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 68 Seeing a Ghost

At 3 p.m., the plane landed at WLMQ Diwopu International Airport.

Qian Lang looked out the porthole. The sky was an unbelievable blue, a blue he had never seen in Beijing.

It was a bright, almost artificial blue, as if someone had painted a layer of paint on the sky.

Stepping out of the airport, a wave of dry air hit me, carrying a slight dusty smell, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The sun was strong, and it felt warm on my skin, unlike the overcast warmth of BJ. The warmth here was direct and unobtrusive.

"So blue."

Zhang Yu said softly from the side.

Qian Lang glanced at her.

She looked up at the sky, the sunlight shining on her face, making her skin glow white.

"Let's go, let's go to the hotel first."

The two hailed a taxi and headed towards the city center.

Along the way, the scenery outside the window kept changing.

Wide roads, neat rows of poplar trees, and snow-capped mountains visible in the distance, shimmering white in the sunlight.

The buildings along the roadside are not tall, but they are very distinctive. Some have Islamic-style domes, while others are square Soviet-style buildings.

The driver was a Uyghur man who didn't speak Mandarin very well, but he was very enthusiastic and introduced things to them along the way.

"This is Red Hill, and that's the Grand Bazaar. We can go check them out tomorrow..."

Zhang Yu listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

Qian Lang leaned back in his seat, looking out the window, and suddenly felt very relaxed.

Upon arriving at the hotel and checking in, the two went to their respective rooms to put their luggage away.

Qian Lang washed his face and stood by the window looking at the scenery outside.

In the distance, the Tianshan Mountains stretch endlessly, their snow-capped peaks gleaming in the sunlight.

Nearby are the city buildings, gray and dusty, but full of life.

A moment later, Zhang Yu came to knock on the door.

She changed her clothes, wearing a light blue floral dress, her hair still down, and she touched up her makeup. She looked more energetic than when she was at the airport.

"Boss, we have business to attend to tomorrow, so can we go out and have some fun today?"

Zhang Yu said excitedly.

She doesn't look like she's in her early 30s, but rather like a young girl.

Qian Lang also wanted to go out for a walk, so the two of them went out.

WLMQ was bustling in the afternoon.

The streets are lined with small shops selling baked buns, naan bread, and lamb skewers, their aromas wafting far and wide.

Someone rode by on a donkey cart, loaded with raisins. The sweetness of the dried fruit mixed with the smell of dust, creating an indescribable exotic atmosphere.

Zhang Yu walked around, stopping frequently to examine everything that caught her eye.

When the baked buns came out of the oven, her eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Qian Lang.

"Can't you afford it yourself?"

Qian Lang reluctantly paid the money.

She took the baked bun and took a bite. It was so hot that she gasped for breath, but she couldn't bear to spit it out. She chewed while exhaling, her face full of satisfaction.

"Is it tasty?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

Zhang Yu nodded vigorously, her eyes curving into crescents.

Qian Lang looked at her and suddenly realized that this woman and the accountant in the office who was buried in accounting were really two different people.

At this time, Zhang Yu was very womanly.

Yet she is different from Bai Xue.

Bai Xue was the kind of woman who was very alluring at first glance, but Zhang Yu needed to look at her more closely.

As evening approached, the two went to the Grand Bazaar.

The market was huge, crowded with people, and filled with silks, carpets, and copperware of all colors.

Uyghur vendors shouted their wares at the top of their lungs, their Mandarin and Uyghur languages ​​mingling together, creating a lively atmosphere like a festival.

Zhang Yu stood in front of a silk scarf stall for a long time, picked out a light purple one, wrapped it around her neck, and turned to ask Qian Lang.

"Is it pretty?"

By the time we left the Grand Bazaar, it was almost dark.

The two found a roadside stall and sat down to eat dinner.

Lamb skewers, braised chicken, naan bread, and a bottle of local beer.

The meat skewers sizzled with oil, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, and smelled so good that it made your mouth water.

The potatoes in the braised chicken are stewed until soft and tender. You can't stop eating them by dipping naan in the broth.

By the time we finished eating, it was completely dark.

The nights in WLMQ aren't as bright as in BJ, but they're comfortably quiet.

The two walked back slowly, neither of them saying a word.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow light, making their shadows appear very long.

They soon arrived at their respective doorways.

The two rooms are next to each other.

As they prepared to open the door, Qian Lang suddenly spoke up.

"Zhang Yu, would you like to come to my room for a cup of coffee?"

Zhang Yu stopped opening the door.

Her heart began to pound.

She had considered this possibility before she came.

She's been through it all; she knows everything.

Then why did she come?

You like spending money recklessly? Don't be ridiculous!

"OK!"

Zhang Yu said this in a very open and generous manner, and then withdrew her hand that was about to open the door.

Then Qian Lang opened the door, but the lights were off.

Zhang Yu followed him inside.

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

In the darkness, Zhang Yu felt as if Qian Lang was pressing down on the wall.

She didn't resist; she hugged Qian Lang, her body went limp, and she felt like she had become a woman again.

Because after she had given birth.

Her husband never touched her again.

. . . . . .

"Don't you think women have it especially tough?"

"I married him when I was 25 and always remained a dutiful wife. I gave birth to a son for him, and then he never touched me again. I was only 30."

"He doesn't touch me, does that mean he doesn't have needs? How does he take care of himself? Does he use his hands?"

After the passion subsided, Qian Lang turned on the light and leaned against the headboard, smoking a cigarette.

Zhang Yu recounted her misfortunes in his arms.

Or perhaps it's an excuse for her infidelity.

Or perhaps her husband had been cheating on her all along.

"Heh, now you're on equal footing."

Qian Lang said jokingly.

"Or I could just marry you. I'm the boss, and you're the accountant—a perfect match!"

"No way! You probably have more than one football team of women. If I were to live with you, I'd probably be driven crazy!"

"Hahaha!"

Qian Lang smiled, but then he thought of Tao Hong.

He felt a little confused.

Several days passed, but Tao Hong never contacted him again, and Xu Zheng seemed happy every day.

Did he make a mistake?

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Qian Lang said nervously as he watched Zhang Yu slide back into bed.

Then!!!

Damn it!

He forgot that people in their thirties are like wolves!

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The next day, when Qian Lang woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

He moved around, and his back ached a little.

It's a very bad feeling.

At this moment, Zhang Yu also woke up. Instead of being shy, she boldly picked up the bra from the ground in front of Qian Lang.

Around 10:30, the two finished getting ready and went out.

Daolang's company is located on the outskirts of the city, in an inconspicuous old building.

The storefront is small, with a faded sign hanging on it—"Deweilong Audio-Visual Products".

Qian Lang pushed open the door and went inside. It was a small office filled with various cassette tapes and CDs, and several posters were pasted on the wall.

A young woman in her early twenties was sitting in front of her computer. When she saw someone come in, she said something.

Who are you looking for?

"Roland, the Wolf of Blades!"

Qian Lang answered.

The girl glanced at them, stood up, and walked into the inner room.

A middle-aged man came out shortly after.

He was in his early thirties, tall and thin, wearing an old jacket, with long hair, a stubble beard, and a tired look on his face.

He saw Qian Lang and paused for a moment.

"Who are you……"

Qian Lang was also a little stunned; Dao Lang was indeed thinner now...

"Qian Lang is from Beijing. I spoke with Teacher Luo on the phone yesterday."

Dao Lang's eyes lit up.

Of course he'll shine; he's not having a good time right now.

Although it's much better than before, it's still a long way from being truly successful.

Then the two exchanged pleasantries.

Then Qian Lang took out a song, which was the one he had prepared long ago, "The First Snow of 2002".

Dao Lang took it and started reading.

then!

He suddenly stood up.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost.