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"No, I just feel that they are too enthusiastic. If I don't go, they will be disappointed; if I go, I will be tired. It's a dilemma."

Su Wanci looked at him.

Are you going or not?

Chen Mo did not answer.

He picked up the book and continued reading.

Online discussions about "the scenic spot snatching Chen Mo" are intensifying.

Someone made a video that edited together clips of various scenic spots inviting Chen Mo.

It was accompanied by the background music of "Pipa Xing".

The title is "National Scenic Areas Jointly Recruit Chen Mo, Excellent Benefits, Negotiable".

The comments section was buzzing with activity.

"Now I finally understand what it means to have a golden house in books. Chen Mo's books not only have golden houses, but also free travel."

"Other people travel by spending money, but Chen Mo travels by making money. No, he doesn't make money; he earns a monument, erects a monument."

"When can we get it for free too? When you're as awesome as Chen Mo."

"As awesome as Chen Mo? Then I'd better just spend money; spending money is much easier."

That evening, the two of them sat in the courtyard and ate dinner.

The landlady made braised pork ribs, stir-fried pea shoots, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a big bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Su Wanci ate with relish, while Chen Mo ate at a leisurely pace, as if he were completing a routine task.

"Chen Mo, are you really not planning to visit any tourist attractions?"

Su Wanci picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and asked indistinctly.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go, I just haven't decided where to go yet."

Su Wanci's eyes lit up.

"So, what kind of place do you want to go?"

Chen Mo chewed his rice, thinking for a long time.

"A place with few people."

"Places with few people? Those tourist attractions hire you to boost their popularity. If you go to places with few people, why would they hire you?"

"It's their business if they invite me, and it's my business where I go."

Su Wanci was speechless after hearing his words.

She lowered her head and continued gnawing on the ribs.

After finishing her ribs, she wiped her hands, picked up her phone, and started scrolling aimlessly.

As she was swiping, her fingers stopped.

The phone screen displays a video from the official Dunhuang Tourism account.

The scene depicts a vast, golden desert that stretches to the horizon.

There is a crescent-shaped spring in the desert, its water a vibrant green, like a piece of jade inlaid on golden silk.

An ancient building with upturned eaves stands by the spring, swaying in the wind.

The background music is an unknown guzheng piece, melodious and desolate, as if it came from a thousand years ago.

The video was accompanied by only one sentence.

"Chen Mo, Dunhuang is waiting for you, not for you to write poetry, but for you to take one look at the desert, just one look is enough."

Su Wanci handed the phone to Chen Mo.

"Look."

Chen Mo took the phone and watched the video.

He watched it for a long time, not just glancing at it like he would with other videos, but really staring at the screen for a long time.

On the screen, the desert glowed faintly in the night, the surface of Crescent Lake reflected the stars, and the wind blew across the dunes, raising fine dust.

Chen Mo returned the phone to her.

Do you want to go?

Su Wanci was stunned for a moment.

She thought Chen Mo would say "I'm not going" or "I'll see."

Or, "Do they also get free tickets?"

He didn't say any of that.

He asked her, "Do you want to go?"

Su Wanci looked at him and nodded, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of disturbing something.

"think."

Chen Mo looked at her and nodded.

"Then let's go to Dunhuang and see the desert."

"it is good."

she says.

"Let's go to Dunhuang."

Chen Mo didn't say anything more. He picked up the bowl and finished the last sip of soup.

Su Wanci sat opposite him, the corners of her mouth turned up.

She picked up her phone and started checking flight tickets to Dunhuang.

"Chen Mo, how do we get there? By plane or by train? A plane is fast, taking just over two hours, while a train is slow, taking a whole day and night."

"You decide."

"Then I'll book a flight? It's an early morning flight, so I can have half a day to play when I get there."

"OK."

"Let me check out some hotels... What hotels are there in Dunhuang? There's one near the Mogao Caves, reviews say it's close to the scenic area, but it's expensive. There's another one in the city center, it's cheaper, but it's far from the scenic area. Which one do you choose?"

"You decide."

"Why do you make me decide everything?" Su Wanci looked up at him.

"Because it's you who wants to go, not me who wants to go," Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci's hand, holding her phone, froze in mid-air. She looked at his calm, expressionless face, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Chen Mo, is this what you call 'accompanying your girlfriend on a trip'?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment. "No. It's 'accompanying someone to a place she wants to go.'"

"What's the difference between that and 'traveling with your girlfriend'?"

"The difference is that you said the word 'girlfriend,' not I."

Su Wanci's face flushed red instantly.

She lowered her head and pretended to check flight tickets, but her fingers were poking around on the screen and she wasn't actually looking at the flights.

Her heart was pounding as if someone had put a hundred rabbits in her chest.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her laughter, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She suddenly picked up her phone and started swiping frantically, pretending to be very busy.

"Chen Mo, people in Dunhuang say, 'We're not waiting for you to write poetry, we're waiting for you to see the desert.' Are you really not planning to write anything?"

Chen Mo looked at the sunset outside the window.

"It depends on my mood."

"It's 'depending on my mood' again! You always say 'depending on my mood'!"

"Because my mood really depends on the weather. If it's too hot in the desert, I'm in a bad mood and can't write anything. If it's cool, I'm in a good mood and maybe I can write a couple of lines."

Chen Mo spoke in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds before finally smiling.

"You, you need to consider the weather when writing poetry. Poets in ancient times never considered the weather when writing poetry."

"Poets in ancient times didn't have air conditioning, so it was too hot for them to enjoy."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci laughed so hard she was slumped over the table, unable to get up.

The landlady brought out a plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe from inside the house and placed it on the table. Seeing Su Wanci lying on the table laughing, she shook her head.

"This girl, she's always smiling like that."

The aunt smiled and went back inside.

Su Wanci climbed up from the table, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and took a bite.

"It is too sweet."

She mumbled something.

Chen Mo also took a piece and took a bite.

"Mmm, it's too sweet, like an old-fashioned popsicle."

When Su Wanci heard the words "old popsicle," she remembered Chen Mo staring at the freezer at the supply station on Mount Tai, and her misunderstanding that he was looking at girls.

Her face turned red again.

"You're still bringing up popsicles!"

"What's wrong? The popsicle is fine. It's milk flavored, you said it's delicious."

"I'm talking about the pomegranate flavor!"

"You clearly said it tastes like milk."

"I meant pomegranate flavor! You've got it wrong!"

Su Wanci became anxious and raised her voice by half an octave.

"Okay, pomegranate flavor."

Chen Mo said, "Whatever flavor you say, that's what it will taste like."

He took a bite of the cantaloupe and chewed it twice.

"It's cantaloupe flavored."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw the melon rind at him.

Chen Mo dodged it by tilting his head, and the melon rind fell to the ground.

Su Wanci smiled again, got up, picked up the melon rind and threw it into the trash can, then went to wash her hands.

Chen Mo spoke in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds before finally smiling.

"You, you need to consider the weather when writing poetry. Poets in ancient times never considered the weather when writing poetry."

"Poets in ancient times didn't have air conditioning, so it was too hot for them to enjoy."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci laughed so hard she was slumped over the table, unable to get up.

The landlady brought out a plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe from inside the house and placed it on the table. Seeing Su Wanci lying on the table laughing, she shook her head.

"This girl, she's always smiling like that."

The aunt smiled and went back inside.

Su Wanci climbed up from the table, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and took a bite.

"It is too sweet."

She mumbled something.

Chen Mo also took a piece and took a bite.

"Mmm, it's too sweet, like an old-fashioned popsicle."

When Su Wanci heard the words "old popsicle," she remembered Chen Mo staring at the freezer at the supply station on Mount Tai, and her misunderstanding that he was looking at girls.

Her face turned red again.

"You're still bringing up popsicles!"

"What's wrong? The popsicle is fine. It's milk flavored, you said it's delicious."

"I'm talking about the pomegranate flavor!"

"You clearly said it tastes like milk."

"I meant pomegranate flavor! You've got it wrong!"

Su Wanci became anxious and raised her voice by half an octave.

"Okay, pomegranate flavor."

Chen Mo said, "Whatever flavor you say, that's what it will taste like."

He took a bite of the cantaloupe and chewed it twice.

"It's cantaloupe flavored."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw the melon rind at him.

Chen Mo dodged it by tilting his head, and the melon rind fell to the ground.

Su Wanci smiled again, got up, picked up the melon rind and threw it into the trash can, then went to wash her hands.

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Chen Mo spoke in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds before finally smiling.

"You, you need to consider the weather when writing poetry. Poets in ancient times never considered the weather when writing poetry."

"Poets in ancient times didn't have air conditioning, so it was too hot for them to enjoy."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci laughed so hard she was slumped over the table, unable to get up.

The landlady brought out a plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe from inside the house and placed it on the table. Seeing Su Wanci lying on the table laughing, she shook her head.

"This girl, she's always smiling like that."

The aunt smiled and went back inside.

Su Wanci climbed up from the table, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and took a bite.

"It is too sweet."

She mumbled something.

Chen Mo also took a piece and took a bite.

"Mmm, it's too sweet, like an old-fashioned popsicle."

When Su Wanci heard the words "old popsicle," she remembered Chen Mo staring at the freezer at the supply station on Mount Tai, and her misunderstanding that he was looking at girls.

Her face turned red again.

"You're still bringing up popsicles!"

"What's wrong? The popsicle is fine. It's milk flavored, you said it's delicious."

"I'm talking about the pomegranate flavor!"

"You clearly said it tastes like milk."

"I meant pomegranate flavor! You've got it wrong!"

Su Wanci became anxious and raised her voice by half an octave.

"Okay, pomegranate flavor."

Chen Mo said, "Whatever flavor you say, that's what it will taste like."

He took a bite of the cantaloupe and chewed it twice.

"It's cantaloupe flavored."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw the melon rind at him.

Chen Mo dodged it by tilting his head, and the melon rind fell to the ground.

Su Wanci smiled again, got up, picked up the melon rind and threw it into the trash can, then went to wash her hands.

Chen Mo spoke in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds before finally smiling.

"You, you need to consider the weather when writing poetry. Poets in ancient times never considered the weather when writing poetry."

"Poets in ancient times didn't have air conditioning, so it was too hot for them to enjoy."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci laughed so hard she was slumped over the table, unable to get up.

The landlady brought out a plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe from inside the house and placed it on the table. Seeing Su Wanci lying on the table laughing, she shook her head.

"This girl, she's always smiling like that."

The aunt smiled and went back inside.

Su Wanci climbed up from the table, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and took a bite.

"It is too sweet."

She mumbled something.

Chen Mo also took a piece and took a bite.

"Mmm, it's too sweet, like an old-fashioned popsicle."

When Su Wanci heard the words "old popsicle," she remembered Chen Mo staring at the freezer at the supply station on Mount Tai, and her misunderstanding that he was looking at girls.

Her face turned red again.

"You're still bringing up popsicles!"

"What's wrong? The popsicle is fine. It's milk flavored, you said it's delicious."

"I'm talking about the pomegranate flavor!"

"You clearly said it tastes like milk."

"I meant pomegranate flavor! You've got it wrong!"

Su Wanci became anxious and raised her voice by half an octave.

"Okay, pomegranate flavor."

Chen Mo said, "Whatever flavor you say, that's what it will taste like."

He took a bite of the cantaloupe and chewed it twice.

"It's cantaloupe flavored."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw the melon rind at him.

Chen Mo dodged it by tilting his head, and the melon rind fell to the ground.

Su Wanci smiled again, got up, picked up the melon rind and threw it into the trash can, then went to wash her hands.

"It depends on my mood."

"It's 'depending on my mood' again! You always say 'depending on my mood'!"

"Because my mood really depends on the weather. If it's too hot in the desert, I'm in a bad mood and can't write anything. If it's cool, I'm in a good mood and maybe I can write a couple of lines."

Chen Mo spoke in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds before finally smiling.

"You, you need to consider the weather when writing poetry. Poets in ancient times never considered the weather when writing poetry."

"Poets in ancient times didn't have air conditioning, so it was too hot for them to enjoy."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci laughed so hard she was slumped over the table, unable to get up.

The landlady brought out a plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe from inside the house and placed it on the table. Seeing Su Wanci lying on the table laughing, she shook her head.

"This girl, she's always smiling like that."

The aunt smiled and went back inside.

Su Wanci climbed up from the table, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and took a bite.

"It is too sweet."

She mumbled something.

Chen Mo also took a piece and took a bite.

"Mmm, it's too sweet, like an old-fashioned popsicle."

When Su Wanci heard the words "old popsicle," she remembered Chen Mo staring at the freezer at the supply station on Mount Tai, and her misunderstanding that he was looking at girls.

Her face turned red again.

"You're still bringing up popsicles!"

"What's wrong? The popsicle is fine. It's milk flavored, you said it's delicious."

"I'm talking about the pomegranate flavor!"

"You clearly said it tastes like milk."

"I meant pomegranate flavor! You've got it wrong!"

Su Wanci became anxious and raised her voice by half an octave.

"Okay, pomegranate flavor."

Chen Mo said, "Whatever flavor you say, that's what it will taste like."

He took a bite of the cantaloupe and chewed it twice.

"It's cantaloupe flavored."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw the melon rind at him.

Chen Mo dodged it by tilting his head, and the melon rind fell to the ground.

Su Wanci smiled again, got up, picked up the melon rind and threw it into the trash can, then went to wash her hands.

"Because my mood really depends on the weather. If it's too hot in the desert, I'm in a bad mood and can't write anything. If it's cool, I'm in a good mood and maybe I can write a couple of lines."

Chen Mo spoke in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds before finally smiling.

"You, you need to consider the weather when writing poetry. Poets in ancient times never considered the weather when writing poetry."

"Poets in ancient times didn't have air conditioning, so it was too hot for them to enjoy."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci laughed so hard she was slumped over the table, unable to get up.

The landlady brought out a plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe from inside the house and placed it on the table. Seeing Su Wanci lying on the table laughing, she shook her head.

"This girl, she's always smiling like that."

The aunt smiled and went back inside.

Su Wanci climbed up from the table, picked up a piece of cantaloupe, and took a bite.

"It is too sweet."

She mumbled something.

Chen Mo also took a piece and took a bite.

"Mmm, it's too sweet, like an old-fashioned popsicle."

When Su Wanci heard the words "old popsicle," she remembered Chen Mo staring at the freezer at the supply station on Mount Tai, and her misunderstanding that he was looking at girls.

Her face turned red again.

"You're still bringing up popsicles!"

"What's wrong? The popsicle is fine. It's milk flavored, you said it's delicious."

"I'm talking about the pomegranate flavor!"

"You clearly said it tastes like milk."

"I meant pomegranate flavor! You've got it wrong!"

Su Wanci became anxious and raised her voice by half an octave.

"Okay, pomegranate flavor."

Chen Mo said, "Whatever flavor you say, that's what it will taste like."

He took a bite of the cantaloupe and chewed it twice.

"It's cantaloupe flavored."

Su Wanci was so angry that she threw the melon rind at him.

Chen Mo dodged it by tilting his head, and the melon rind fell to the ground.

Su Wanci smiled again, got up, picked up the melon rind and threw it into the trash can, then went to wash her hands.