Chapter 3: The Journey (3)

  It's nothing, Leng Bing Xue quickly returned to his seat and prepared to continue meditating with his eyes closed. However, the two foreign friends had finally met a cute and lovely little boy who could communicate with them, and they didn't want to let him go. They even switched seats and continued chatting with him. Since others were being friendly, Leng Bing Xue couldn't refuse them from afar, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to practice his oral language skills. So everyone started exchanging conversations in a very friendly manner.

  Through communication, Leng Bing Han learned that the two foreigners were from M country's Los Angeles. One was called Sophia, 23 years old, and the other was called Irina, 22 years old. Both were students at the University of Los Angeles. This time they had traveled to China together for a month, visiting many places such as Beijing, Xi'an, and Sanya. After traveling to Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan, they heard about the Yi ethnic culture in Changning and decided to visit there too. They spent several days playing in Changning before preparing to return to Chengdu and then transfer to Beijing. The two foreign beauties also learned that Leng Bing Han was only 10 years old this year and it was his first time leaving Changning to study in Chengdu, which made them feel very surprised.

  "It's really unbelievable, Han, you're so young yet you understand so many things, and your English is also so good. If you didn't say it yourself, I would have thought you were an overseas Chinese who came back to China!"

  "Reading ten thousand volumes of books and traveling ten thousand miles, can't they all broaden one's horizons? Being able to communicate with you guys will also improve my English!" Leng Bing Han said somewhat embarrassedly.

  "Wow, Han, you're really amazing, let's just call you Amazing Han from now on." Sophia and Elina giggled with glee, seemingly thrilled to have given him a nickname.

  Isn't it amazing? Having even experienced rebirth, I should still be considered quite capable. Leng Bing coldly touched his nose, recalling this life and feeling a bit moved.

  After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Elina pouted and said: "Amazing China, you are really too beautiful! If I didn't have to leave, I wouldn't want to go back!"

  "After that, you can come to travel every year. China is vast and rich, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and countless beautiful scenery. Even Chinese people themselves cannot finish traveling." Leng Bing said coldly: "Isn't it better to have a beautiful expectation?"

  "Amazing, you're only ten years old? It's unbelievable, you're as profound as a philosopher!" Sophia exclaimed, patting her own head in astonishment.

  "Yes, Leng, we've been in China for a month now. Everyone is very curious about us, but they're also very shy and hesitant to approach us. And there are even fewer people who can speak English. You're really amazing, your English is so standard and fluent, and you know so much." Elina said with a smile to Leng.

  "Chinese people all emphasize humility and dislike showing off their sharp edges; I'm just an ordinary one among them."

  "You Chinese are really strange, no wonder it's a mysterious country." Sophia bit her finger and said: "I've decided, I'll come to China for tourism again next year."

  Alyna also hastily expressed: "I've decided too, I'm coming too."

  He smiled coldly and unexpectedly made a contribution to China's tourism industry through simple communication.

  Time flies when chatting, and it takes only 40-50 minutes to fly from Changdu to Shudu. Before long, the broadcast announcement came: "Respected ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts and return to your seats as we are approaching Shuangliu International Airport in Shudu..."

  "We're almost in Shu Du, it's been a wonderful time chatting with you, I hope to meet you again next time I come to China." Sophia said to Han Bing with some reluctance.

  "Well, it's all about fate. I'm still a kid and don't have the freedom you do. I'll probably be studying in Chengdu for the next few years. If you come to Chengdu again, who knows, maybe we'll run into each other." Ling Bing also knew that even if they did come back to China, the chances of them coming to Sichuan and Chengdu again were extremely low. They were just fleeting passersby to each other.

  The two of them also seemed to be aware that they were somewhat listless. Sophia said with a bitter face, "Magical Chi, I will miss you!"

  Leng Bing Han smiled and said, "Two sisters, I will also miss you." But in her heart, she thought: These foreign girls' words can be trusted? Pigs can climb trees. Don't look at how affectionate they are now, after a couple of days, they'll forget.

  But Sophia and Irina, however, truly regarded him as a good friend who was hard to forget, with his young age and knowledge that did not match his years, elegant temperament, and jade-carved appearance, all of which left an extremely deep impression on them.

  The plane finally landed after a long distance of sliding, and everyone got up to collect their luggage and prepare for disembarkation. Sophia and Irina said goodbye to Leng Bingxue and also picked up their luggage and left.

  Everyone had left, and Leng Bing Han finally opened the luggage compartment, took out his suitcase, and walked towards the cabin door. He never liked to squeeze with everyone.

  "Little friend, where are you going? Do you want me to send you there?" Xiao Lu still stood elegantly at the cabin door, seeing off each passenger. When she saw Leng Bing Han, she felt a bit uneasy about him being alone and asked.

  "No need, sister. Someone is coming to pick me up." He said with a cold smile. He could feel that the flight attendant's concern for him was genuine, and although he didn't know why, his good impression of her also deepened a bit.

  Although she felt a little disappointed, Xiao Lu thought it was also reasonable for her parents to come pick her up, after all, she was still a minor.

  After some thought, she hastily took out paper and pen from her bag, wrote a number and handed it to Leng Bing Xue saying: "This is my pager number, if there's anything just call me."

  She was stunned, in the late 1980s, China began to appear pagers. With the maturity of science and technology and the increasing social demand, since 1990, pagers have sprouted like mushrooms after rain, Xiao Lu as a flight attendant, it's not surprising that she has a pager, but why is she so good to herself and give her own number?

  It's unlikely that he would be so self-absorbed as to think his charm is limitless, and beautiful women will naturally come to him. I reckon in another seven or eight years it'll still be more or less the same, after all he's only eleven now, and even Song Yu and Pan An were just fledglings back then.

  When she saw Leng Bing Xuan, Xiao Lu smiled sweetly and said, "I'm glad I finally got to see you today. You look about the same age as my brother, so just think of me as your sister. My name is Xiao Lu, feel free to find me anytime." Her voice was melodious and clear, like a canary singing, pleasant to hear.

  She looked up and gazed at Xiao Luo's handsome face for a while, gave a cold smile, and a warm feeling slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. At this moment, the two naturally seemed like siblings who hadn't seen each other in many years, very close and casual. The relationship between people is really wonderful.

  Leng Bing Han carefully put the piece of paper in his pocket, then put down the suitcase in his hand, took the pen and paper from Xiao Lu's hand, wrote down his name and mobile phone number, handed it to Xiao Lu, and said: "Lu Jie, I'll call you that from now on, you're really my sister. My name is Leng Bing Han, you can call me Xiao Han. If anything happens, you can give me a call."

  Before Xiao Lu could react, he picked up his suitcase and left.

  Xiao Lu stared at the phone number in her hand, stunned again. The words were not many, just three Chinese characters plus a set of numbers, but they were written with such flair and elegance, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, that it didn't seem like something a child would write. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought it was the work of a calligraphy master. Xiao Lu had always been good at writing in school and often received praise from her teachers, but after seeing Leng Yichen's handwriting, she instinctively felt ashamed, like a primary school student looking at a model essay, feeling inferior and intimidated.

  What surprised her even more was that set of numbers, wasn't it the phone number of Da Ge Da? As the provincial capital, Chengdu had its fair share of luxury goods like pagers, but for ordinary people, they were still out of reach. Only high-ranking government officials or wealthy individuals could afford them. So how did this 10-year-old Leng Bing Xue have a pager that even adults found hard to get? Was it his own or his parents'? What was his identity anyway?

  At this moment, Xiao Lu fell into deep thought.

  "What's wrong, did someone leave their phone number? Oh dear, why didn't anyone leave me their phone number? Where have all their eyeballs gone?" Another flight attendant, Wang Fei, walked over and teased Xiao Lu as she stared blankly at the piece of paper in her hand.

  This Wang Fei has already become a formal flight attendant, but it's not long after her transfer, and she is also a young and beautiful girl. However, I guess she was influenced by some other flight attendants and materialism, daydreaming about catching a young, handsome and rich husband to live a life of luxury as a wealthy wife. But in fact, there isn't much actual action.

  Wang Fei walked closer to take a look at this set of numbers, and suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, it's a pager number! Xiao Lu, you're in luck now, with this kind of money, you won't have to worry about anything. Who would want to fly around all day serving these people? Go back and show it to Xiaoli, see if she's still arrogant? She hooked up with an old man who could be her father, and she's always showing off, pretending to make calls on this pager, but I heard them say that every time they don't actually get through, they're just faking it. Tell sister, is this rich guy handsome? How old is he?"

  Xiao Lu finally seemed to react, hastily putting the paper strip in her pocket and said with a red face: "You're good, Wang Fei, what nonsense are you talking about? What's this 'style' or not?"

  "Don't deny it." Wang Fei seemed to see Xiao Lu's blushing face, and she was even more excited, giggling: "If you don't like it, let me have it, okay? When I catch a big one, no matter what, I'll treat you to a big meal. How about the Jinjiang Hotel? Ah, I'm not as lucky as you, flying for just a few days and already being liked by someone. Oh my, people are just so envious of each other!"

  She saw her infatuated with flowers again, Xiao Lu didn't bother to care about her, but turned around and took a look at the cold, icy, distant back view, and suddenly had a kind of inexplicable melancholy feeling.