Chapter 120: Distress Call
The school soon arrived.
Jiang Ning’s mind was full of how to perfect this manga.
She even thought of her own pen name.
Simply call it “Lingling Jiang”.
Upon reaching the classroom, she was no longer sleepy and began taking out blank draft paper to doodle.
So this week, Jiang Ning attended the necessary classes and then perfected her first manga in life.
After submitting on Wednesday, she received a reply on Thursday.
She could serialize it on that charming platform.
Jiang Ning submitted the first five chapters she drew on Friday.
After that, she updated one chapter every day.
The platform would help promote it for her.
By the time Jiang Ning came back to her senses, time had already entered early November.
Compared to October, it was now a bit colder.
Jiang Ning was already wearing thin knitwear.
And because she was busy with the manga, Jiang Ning skipped two small gatherings organized by Shen Jinhe.
The time was in the evening.
Jiang Ning didn’t want to skip class; she wanted to think more during class.
So for Shen Jinhe’s gatherings, Sui Tang attended every one.
Wei Jin also asked her out.
But Jiang Ning had said that the concert was the first time and also the last time.
She couldn’t give Wei Jin hope; otherwise, after she left, it would be too irresponsible.
After evening study session on Friday.
Jiang Ning followed the crowd to the school entrance.
Jiang Yan pulled her from behind: “Wait, I’ll go deliver something to you later.”
Jiang Ning turned back to look at him; during this time, her relationship with Jiang Yan had gotten better and better.
Perhaps because he no longer revolved around the female lead; although he still never called her older sister, he was no longer as tense and hostile as before.
Jiang Yan pursed his lips, showing a shallow smile like a puppy trying to please: “Wait for me at home, I’ll deliver it in an hour, don’t fall asleep.”
Jiang Ning looked at him amusedly: “Alright, but just so we’re clear, if it’s past eleven, I’ll go to sleep.”
Jiang Yan hurriedly said: “It won’t be that late.”
After saying that, he got into another car and returned to another villa.
There, only he lived alone.
Perhaps because it was more carefree.
Jiang Yan generally didn’t come back except when necessary.
While Father Jiang, Madam Jiang, and Jiang Li had already been at the countryside hometown for a week.
Madam Jiang called her today, saying they would return tomorrow.
……
On the other side.
Su Wanyuan looked at the night sky where the moon and stars were still sparse.
She knew that after eleven, the temperature would drop sharply, and at midnight, Phoenix Mountain would rain, with temperatures dropping to a few degrees.
If someone without full preparation, they would very likely die from hypothermia.
Su Wanyuan said she would prepare, but in reality she brought nothing, even the tent was a broken one, and she secretly stuffed a cotton-padded jacket for herself.
When she met Gu Lanli, he was still wearing a thin black trench coat.
His hair was blown flying by the wind.
Gu Lanli looked at the sky, somewhat hesitant: “I just checked the weather forecast; it says it might rain later, how about we…”
Su Wanyuan bit her lip: “It’s fine; didn’t they say it would rain today yesterday too, but did it? And only tonight can we see the meteor; you clearly promised me, are you going back on it now?”
Gu Lanli was left speechless by the question: “I didn’t…”
Since Su Wanyuan really wanted to go, he’d accompany her this once; he sighed: “Alright, do I need to bring anything else?”
Su Wanyuan hurriedly shook her head: “No, let’s go; I’ve already found the route.”
She would take the night path, not the scenic area road.
That road had a cable car, with a fifty percent chance of letting Jiang Yan survive successfully.
She had to prevent such an accident.
Su Wanyuan’s hands and feet were ice-cold, her heart uneasy, but since she’d come this far, regretting seemed useless.
She wanted to know, after Jiang Yan died, whether heaven would give her a third instruction.
Thinking of this, Su Wanyuan relaxed again.
She turned to Gu Lanli and said: “Let’s go.”
Gu Lanli had been to Phoenix Mountain once, but that was via the official route.
Like Su Wanyuan leading him to traverse Phoenix Mountain in reverse, he actually found it quite interesting.
After all, it was a completely new route he didn’t know.
The route wasn’t steep, just somewhat long; surroundings were all open fields, distant peaks standing in the clouds, shrouded in evening mist, giving a somewhat unreal feeling.
Su Wanyuan had never climbed mountains, so after walking just a short distance, she felt her stamina waning, her feet aching.
She gritted her teeth and kept going.
Gu Lanli carried the tent backpack, wore a headlamp, and walked beside her, asking: “How long does this route take?”
Su Wanyuan’s voice was muffled: “About two hours to get there; this is a shortcut I found.”
Hearing it was a shortcut, Gu Lanli felt relieved.
At first, he could still chat with Su Wanyuan, but the higher they went, the colder it felt.
He rubbed his hands: “Wanyuan, did you bring warm clothes? Look, the moon is blocked by clouds; it’s very likely to rain tonight.”
Su Wanyuan innocently shook her head: “No, the weather tomorrow looks good; I didn’t think that far. Are you cold, Lanli?”
Gu Lanli was of course cold, but Su Wanyuan was also wearing a trench coat and hadn’t said anything, so Gu Lanli could only say: “Not too cold; let’s go. Are we almost there?”
Su Wanyuan smiled at him: “Almost.”
Of course she wasn’t cold, because under her trench coat she wore a thin cotton-padded jacket with white goose down, invisible from outside.
Another half hour passed, and time was approaching eleven.
Gu Lanli was already cold with a bluish face, lips trembling, especially with the gusts of night wind in the mountains; Gu Lanli felt even breathing difficult.
But now they had covered about more than half the distance; unsure if he could make it down, Gu Lanli said: “Wanyuan, let’s wait for the wind to stop before continuing; how about we pitch the tent here to shelter from the wind first?”
Su Wanyuan’s smile was even gentler: “Sure.”
As soon as she spoke, it began to drizzle from the sky.
Ice-cold rain fell on Gu Lanli, chilling him to shivers.
With trembling hands, he opened the backpack and took out the tent.
Upon unfolding, he discovered it was broken.
He looked at Su Wanyuan somewhat angrily: “Wanyuan, you didn’t bring warm clothes, and you brought a broken tent?”
Su Wanyuan teared up aggrievedly: “Sorry, Lanli, I didn’t know it would be like this; don’t be angry. It’s my clumsiness; I’ll figure out a way, don’t worry.”
Gu Lanli no longer had the strength to scold Su Wanyuan.
He only felt so cold.
His head throbbed, eyelids heavy, ice-cold rain dripping nonstop.
Su Wanyuan stood by coldly watching the nearly unconscious Gu Lanli.
Then she took out her mobile phone and signal device.
She dialed Jiang Yan’s number.
……
Jiang Yan was holding the jar folded with a thousand paper cranes, preparing to head out.
Outside, it started drizzling.
He waited a moment, and the rain grew heavier.
He had eaten a thousand candies, folded the candy wrappers into a thousand paper cranes, wanting to give them to Jiang Ning because they could make wishes come true.
But with the rain, he couldn’t go.
He was about to call Jiang Ning to tell her to sleep early and he’d deliver tomorrow.
The next second, Su Wanyuan’s call came in.
Jiang Yan quickly answered.
On the other end, Su Wanyuan cried heartbrokenly: “A Yan, where are you? Come to Phoenix Mountain quick to save me and Lanli; we’re going to die.”
