Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Shen Mingchao had another matter to attend to in Beijing.

She did not forget Wang Can and Liu Sang by Daming Lake.

However, this matter definitely couldn't be known to Li Chu and the others, especially given Wang Can's presence. After thinking it over, Shen Mingchao made up an excuse, vaguely saying that he was going to meet up with an online friend.

"We share the same idol, so we're considered fans of the same idol. We used to chat quite well online. It just so happened that we were both in Beijing, so we arranged to meet up."

Li Cu and the others exchanged glances, their lips moving as if they had something to say.

After some hesitation, Li Chu and the others simply told her with concern that it was unusually cold in Beijing these past few days, and that she should dress warmly so she wouldn't catch a cold. They also told her to come back early, and that they would wait for her to return so they could have hot pot together.

Shen Mingchao guessed what Li Cu and the others wanted to say.

I probably wanted to ask her where she was going, or if her online friend was male or female, but I didn't say it out loud, probably because I felt it would be a bit offensive.

Good.

She didn't want to waste her breath telling useless lies.

The agreed location was suggested by Liu Sang: Panjiayuan in Beijing.

Upon seeing these words, Shen Mingchao immediately perked up; this place was Fatty's happy hometown!

What a coincidence! She's been to Beijing so many times, but she's never been to Panjiayuan before. This is a good opportunity for her to check it out.

In Beijing at the end of January, the wind felt like knives on your face, and in the early morning, a few snowflakes were falling from the sky.

Shen Mingchao didn't rush to Panjiayuan for her appointment. Instead, she wandered around aimlessly, taking the subway, buses, and taxis until she was sure no one was following her. Only then did she feel relieved and book a hotel nearby.

After entering, she called Wang Can out and handed him two bags of clothes, saying, "These are from the mall. There are too many people and too many eyes in Panjiayuan, so you'd better disguise yourself."

Wang Can readily agreed and quickly changed his clothes in the cubicle.

Wearing a black cotton-padded coat on the outside and a dark gray hoodie underneath, along with a hat, mask, and black-rimmed glasses, Wang Can covered himself up completely from head to toe.

"alright."

His voice came from behind his mask, muffled.

Shen Mingchao barely managed to suppress a laugh when he first saw Wang Can.

They looked like thieves trying to steal takeout.

"What's wrong?" Wang Can looked herself up and down. "Is there anything showing?"

"No." Shen Mingchao then asked, "How is it? Does it fit?"

She had little experience buying clothes for men, so she ordered all one-size-fits-all items based on her own aesthetic sense.

Upon hearing this, Wang Can abruptly turned his head away, and after a long while, he replied, "It's fine."

The sound was even softer and more muffled than before, and Shen Mingchao almost couldn't hear it.

Seeing Wang Can's evasive gaze, she assumed that she had bought the wrong size, but the other party did not want to bother her.

To die is to face and suffer.

Shen Mingchao sighed, "Is one of them not fitting? It's okay, there's still time. The mall is nearby, we can go and buy a new one."

As she spoke, she walked toward the door, but halfway there, her forearm was suddenly grabbed.

"No need, what you bought is just right."

Tops and jackets are all suitable, except...

While Shen Mingchao wasn't paying attention, Wang Can quickly tugged at his pants.

The pants were a little small, but that was a minor issue and not worth making another trip for them.

"Alright then." Hearing Wang Can say that, Shen Mingchao didn't insist. She knew what kind of person he was.

It's already quite good that this guy can speak calmly and peacefully now, without anger or sarcasm.

The two left the hotel and, after walking a few steps, saw the iconic archway of Panjiayuan.

The vermilion pillars and upturned eaves, amidst the falling snow, exude the rustic charm of old Beijing.

When she went inside, she found it bustling with people, much more lively than she had imagined.

Shen Mingchao looked around with curiosity at the various antique items on the stall.

Wang Can walked beside her and suddenly leaned closer to remind her in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "These are all low-quality street vendor goods. Ninety-nine out of ten are fakes, designed to fool laymen. Don't buy them, they'll rip you off."

"I know." Shen Mingchao smiled slightly. Having seen the genuine items auctioned at the Crescent Hotel, these things naturally weren't anything special. "Don't worry, I'm just looking around for fun."

As the two were talking, Shen Mingchao's phone suddenly beeped with a navigation notification: "500 meters to the destination."

Wang Can suddenly stopped in his tracks. "You go ahead, I'll wait here."

"it is good."

Shen Mingchao didn't stop walking and continued forward. But after a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

Amidst the bustling crowds, Wang Can stood in the midst of the noise, hands in his pockets, a strange sense of loneliness emanating from him.

It felt like something had tugged at my heart.

They were, after all, partners who had fought side by side before.

Memory is more than just memory; it's different from watching TV dramas and movies. Every little detail in those memory fragments is filled with indescribable emotions.

Shen Mingchao sighed inwardly and stopped walking.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a stall on the street corner. On a whim, she went over, paid, picked up the bag, turned around, walked through the crowd, and headed back towards Wang Can.

"Why are you back again?" Wang Can was clearly surprised, and even his voice became a few shrilly.

"Here!" Shen Mingchao shoved the bag in his hand into Wang Can's arms.

"What?" Wang Can instinctively caught it.

"Candied hawthorn balls." Shen Mingchao shoved the package into Wang Can's arms. "Even though you won't be hungry, you've been going without food for a while, so you'll probably crave something. Since we're just killing time, this is a mix of hawthorn and cherry tomatoes. You've probably had these before, right?"

Wang Can paused for a moment, then shook his head.

He doesn't really like sweets, especially those he categorizes as children's snacks, or rather, he simply doesn't bother to make himself happy through sweets.

That kind of behavior would be beneath him.

He once firmly believed that might makes right.

but.....

This was specially bought for him by Shen Mingchao.

Watching the other person's retreating figure, Wang Can murmured something softly.

"Is this... just trying to coax a child?"

Despite saying that, he still opened the packaging bag, picked up a bamboo skewer, stuck a hawthorn on it, and put it in his mouth.

The first taste is the sweetness of the outer sugar coating; after chewing, the sourness of the hawthorn slowly spreads.

After finishing one, I still wanted more.

He ate another cherry tomato; with just a gentle bite, the juicy flesh burst in his mouth, and it was clearly sweeter than a hawthorn.

It really is delicious.

This is undeniable.

So, he couldn't stop.

The snow was still falling, and fine snowflakes landed on Wang Can's hat and shoulders, but he was completely unaware.