Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came, waving my sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
Wang Fan departed quietly again under the moonlight, without disturbing anyone.
The next day, those old men who liked to stroll didn't smell the usual fragrance, and only then realized that the conspicuous big RV was gone.
By the time Li Wei arrived, Wang Fan had already crossed into Henan.
He considered himself somewhat knowledgeable about Henan, one of the Four Provinces of Shanhua, known for possessing the most natural resources in the country, feeding nearly a quarter of the population, but becoming famous for its hardships.
The Four Provinces jokingly refer to themselves as the ones who grow vegetables, farm, steel, and coal, with the farming reference pointing to here.
But such concerns were beyond the reach of an ordinary person like Wang Fan; what he could manage was merely his and Zhuo Qianqian's stomach.
