Chapter 230

Put the wooden guitar inside.

"This, song, the song you sang, what is its name?" the old drunkard's eyes widened, tears constantly swirling in his eye sockets.

Ning Chen said nothing, busying himself with packing things.

"What is the name of this song?" the old drunkard suddenly stood up.

Ning Chen finished packing, slung the backpack onto his back.

The old drunkard jumped straight over.

"Tell me! What is the name of this song! Tell me! Tell me! I just want to know the name of this song!"

His withered hand, grabbing Ning Chen's arm, trembled violently!

Ning Chen looked at him, on his face, not a trace of emotion could be seen.

He raised his hand, pulling the old drunkard's withered hand away.

"I just want to know the name of this song! Tell me! I want to know the name of this song! Ah..." the old drunkard suddenly opened his mouth wide, the tears filling his eye sockets finally burst forth, that old face lined with wrinkles and nearing the grave, finally flooded with tears.

But, the young man before him, had no intention of telling him.

He was about to leave.

After he left, he would never know the name of this song again.

The old drunkard panicked, he followed the young man's footsteps, rushing down the platform steps of the viewing deck.

Stepping on the snow, he slipped, his whole body tumbling onto the vast white snowfield of Bai Xue.

Ning Chen stopped his steps, turned around, looking at him.

"I just want to know the name of this song..."

"I just want to know the name of this song..."

The old drunkard wiped his cloudy eyes, sitting on the ground, the world was a vast white, he sat in the snow, alone murmuring like this over and over.

Ning Chen walked over.

Bent down slightly, looking at him.

In the old drunkard's cloudy eyes, tears flowed silently, surged forth.

At this moment, emotions suppressed for over thirty years, finally, in this young man's song, all erupted.

He felt the gaze from above.

Lifted his head, that young man, bent down looking at him.

"I just want to know the name of that song..." he stammered.

That young man looked at him.

Thus, a few seconds passed.

That young man said:

"I say, long ago, I once heard your story."

"I say, long ago, I also once heard someone sing this song."

"This song, is reserved for you."

"You, believe it?"

Hearing his words.

The old drunkard, mouth slightly open, tears, still flowing constantly.

Ning Chen looked at this old drunkard.

On Ning Chen's face, not a trace of emotion could be seen.

Then, he slowly straightened up, turned away, and left.

You, made me understand one thing.

That is—

If, she is already gone.

Then, on what grounds, should I live well...

Let my life become even worse.

Ning Chen stepped on the Bai Xue beneath his feet.

While walking, his hand moved, taking out a very thin black notebook.

With a single flick of one hand, the notebook was directly flicked open.

On the notebook's screen.

It had never been turned off.

At this moment, on the screen, was a map interface.

A blue dot, was slowly moving on the map.

That was him previously, when Hao Ze Yan wasn't paying attention, gently placed into his pocket.

A tracker.

160. Reward: Two clue fragments

National Highway 301.

A black Cayenne.

"Actually, setting off when dawn breaks is fine too, no need to be so urgent."

Yang Xue said.

"It's a day's journey, if we set off when dawn breaks, we won't arrive by night," Hao Ze Yan smiled, "Isn't it your father's birthday? I thought, as your future son-in-law, I should at least show up and perform a bit; I can't let Master celebrate his birthday while I'm taking his daughter running around outside, can I?"

Yang Xue pouted, "Look at how sweet your mouth is."

"If you're tired, go sleep in the back; you can stretch your legs out there," Hao Ze Yan said.

Yang Xue nodded.

She leaned her head against the window beside her, gazing at the night view outside.

On both sides of the national highway lay a desolate wasteland.

At this hour, there were almost no cars on the road.

Ahead, the road stretched straight, extending into the deeper night.

Not far behind, there was a black sedan.

Apart from that, there was nothing.

On both sides of the national highway, it was also a desolate wasteland.

Because he had been drinking, Hao Ze Yan had hired a designated driver.

The driver was a man in his thirties.

This long-distance designated driving service was the first time Hao Ze Yan had called one.

The price didn't matter; as long as they could arrive in Baotou City before the afternoon of the next day.

Thus, another dozen or so minutes passed.

The designated driver suddenly said, "That car behind is interesting."

Yang Xue had already fallen asleep in the back seat.

Hao Ze Yan was also a bit drowsy; suddenly hearing the designated driver Master say that, he felt strange and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Not far behind, a black sedan.

Hao Ze Yan remembered that black sedan; it seemed to have been not far behind them the whole time before.

Because there were no other vehicles along the entire way.

That black sedan was the only car behind them.

"Is it a novice driver, afraid to overtake?" Hao Ze Yan said.

"Maybe," the designated driver Master said, slowing down slightly and moving to the right lane.

Just to make room for the car behind.

But that car behind still stayed not far behind them.

Its speed was neither fast nor slow.

It was just keeping a distance and following them.

"Forget it, let it be," the designated driver Master said, speaking with a Northeastern accent.

Thus.