Chapter 29: The Romantic Encounter Under the Pavilion of King Xiang

  Staggering out of the betting station, Zhu Ting slapped her thigh hard again, hissing in a cold breath, it really hurts!

  It seems that everything is true, Zhu Ting hurriedly hid the lottery ticket in his trouser pocket into his shoe, walked a few steps, took it out to take a look, and then found a toilet to hide it inside his underwear...

  Zhu Ting rushed straight to the bus station and bought a ticket for the fastest bus to the provincial capital.

  Two hours' drive, Zhu Ting was anxious and eager to take out the lottery ticket to have a look, but afraid of being too eye-catching, she suppressed her desire in her heart...

  Smoothly received the bonus, with a gold card worth 748 million yuan in his pocket, Zhu Ting again declined all interviews and quickly left the provincial lottery center.

  The sky has already darkened...

  Although his heart was still pounding violently, Zhu Ting had already improved a lot compared to when he hadn't received the money, accompanied by a kind of faint exhaustion...

  Zhu Ting struggled to walk to a small shop and made a phone call to Zhang Bo's home, telling Zhang Bo that there was a good playmate in the class today, and he wanted to spend the night at his classmate's house, asking him to go back to his own home to make an announcement. Then he found a five-star hotel, opened a luxurious single room, and slept beautifully...

  Before she knew it, Zhu Ting heard another loud and intense moan!

  Oh...... Ah...... Ah...... Humm...... Fast...... I...... Am coming......

  The loud and extremely live shouting from next door made Zhu Ting unable to calm down again. Digging a hole, this is a five-star hotel, the sound insulation effect makes singles feel unbearable!

  Zhu Ting stuck his ear to the wall and listened for half a day, his mouth dry and tongue parched. He went to take a bath, comforted himself a bit, and his mood slightly calmed down, but he couldn't fall asleep again. After smoking two cigarettes, he decided to go out and take a look at the provincial city in the night color.

  Actually, Zhu Ting just wanted to go take a look at the Pavilion of Prince Teng because in his previous life when he was studying in the provincial capital, he had come to play with friends many times and wanted to revisit old haunts. The hotel's front desk helped call a taxi, the taxi quoted twenty, and Zhu Ting bargained it down to twelve. Local custom is to negotiate the price before getting in the car; if you're not familiar with the local geography as an outsider, you'll definitely get ripped off.

  Tengwang Pavilion, the first of the three famous buildings in Jiangnan, is an outstanding representative of the unique style and brilliant achievements of ancient Chinese architectural art, symbolizing China's 5,000-year accumulation of culture, art, and tradition. Tengwang Pavilion is the only royal building in the south, located on the east bank of Ganjiang River, built in the fourth year of Yonghui of the Tang Dynasty. It is known as one of the "Three Famous Buildings of Jiangnan" along with Yellow Crane Tower and Yueyang Tower.

  In the autumn night, Tengwang Pavilion has a kind of ethereal and illusory feeling, both real and unreal. It is set off by the spotlights around it, beautiful and magnificent, with a rich history and the romantic atmosphere unique to Jiangnan architecture...

  Zhu Ting looked at his phone again, it was already 3 am. Since the building is only accessible during the day and closed at night, Zhu Ting had no choice but to sit alone by the river, smoking and admiring the beautiful night view of Ganjiang River. However, the sound of cars coming and going on the nearby streets, combined with some drivers honking their horns for no reason, somewhat ruined the atmosphere.

  After sitting for a while, Zhu Ting felt bored again and decided to get up and return to the hotel.

  Not far away, a girl in student attire sat on a long stone bench in the park. Her medium-length hair was slightly disheveled, with a side-swept fringe that partially covered her beautiful, slightly red and swollen eyes, as if she had just cried. Her face still seemed to bear faint tear stains, and her oval face looked elegant and refined. Zhu Ting felt a sense of déjà vu, but couldn't quite place where he had seen her before. The girl sat with her eyes closed on the stone bench, and Zhu Ting didn't take another look, thinking it was best not to get involved in other people's business in an unfamiliar place. He quickly walked to the side of the road and prepared to hail a taxi back to the hotel.

  Bang!

  Zhu Ting turned around and saw that the girl had fallen to the ground...

  Zhu Ting looked around again, except for the passing vehicles on the road, there was not even a ghostly figure. Zhu Ting's courage was not great, and he hurriedly ran away for twenty or thirty meters to avoid suspicion.

  Zhu Ting's heart was racing wildly, he had never experienced anything like this before and wanted to leave. In a society where doing good deeds can get you into trouble, what more when you're in unfamiliar territory.

  He walked another 20-30 meters, and there were taxis passing by on the road, but Zhu Ting didn't hail one. He thought of calling 110 to report it, but was worried that afterwards the other party would find him through his phone number, and couldn't find a public phone booth anywhere...

  Zhu Ting still couldn't overcome his own kindness and returned to the small park. The girl was still lying on the ground, seemingly not having moved at all.

  Zhu Ting plucked up the courage again, took a step closer and said, "Miss, miss." Suddenly remembering that 'miss' was a derogatory term in their dialect, he quickly changed his words to: "Young lady, young lady."

  The girl still didn't move...

  Zhu Ting secretly said: "Could he be dead?" Sweat had already broken out on his forehead.

  Zhu Ting slowly approached, pressed against the girl's full and plump chest, felt a heartbeat, exhaled, and smelled a strong alcohol scent. He thought to himself, "She seems like a student, but not like a prostitute, how could she be drunk in the park at midnight?" Gently pushing on the girl's arm, he said, "Sister, sister, miss, miss."

  The girl still didn't react.

  Zhu Ting then carried the girl to a long chair and helped her sit down, thinking of leaving like this. But then he thought that now the weather was quite cold, and sitting for a night would probably lead to illness. He gritted his teeth, put the girl on his back, and hailed a taxi by the roadside.

  The taxi driver gave the two a strange look, and then glanced at Zhu Ting again with an obscene expression. Zhu Ting thought to himself: Damn it, he must have taken me for a john.

  Back at the hotel, the front desk staff looked at Zhu Ting with the same gaze as he carried the girl on his back. However, the people in the hotel were already used to such things.

  Zhu Ting returned to his own room, put the girl on the bed and sat down on the ground, exhausted.

  Zhu Ting turned around and took another look. The girl was still sleeping like a dead pig, smelling the stench of sweat all over her body, she went into the bathroom to take a bath.

  After taking a shower, I used the small soap in the hotel that looked like an eraser to quickly rub my shirt and underwear, and then hung them under the air conditioner's outlet.

  After finishing all this, he sat down beside a small round table in the room and lit a cigarette.

  Zhu Ting finally had the chance to carefully examine the sleeping girl, who should be in her early twenties. Her skin was white and delicate, radiating a healthy glow. Her face was powdered, with rosy cheeks and tightly closed almond-shaped eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mystery, like a crescent moon reflected in autumn water. Her eyebrows were faintly drawn, and her lips were thin and moderately red. She wasn't very tall, but she gave the impression of being slender and beautiful. What a lovely creature...

  Zhu Ting couldn't help but feel that she had seen the girl somewhere before, or rather, someone who looked very similar to her. However, when a beauty reaches a certain level, they all start to look somewhat alike.

  Zhu Ting gently placed the hotel blanket on the girl's body, and the girl's plump breasts lifted the blanket into two round balls. Zhu Ting didn't dare to look closely again, and quickly returned to the sofa, sitting for a while before dozing off...