Chapter 818 - Accepting A Gift (1/2)

Wu Hai was completely unaware of everything that had happened at Yuan Zhou’s restaurant. After all, the phone signal in the mountains was very bad. Therefore, he hadn’t been using his phone and was focusing on painting.

“Little Hai, it’s the third day. You have only drunk some honey water for the past few days. If you continue not eating anything, I’m afraid your body won’t take it anymore,” Zheng Jiawei said with his eyes gleaming with tears.

“Don’t worry. I won’t die,” Wu Hai sent Zheng Jiawei a glance before shifting his gaze to the distant mountain again, his brows furrowed.

“Why not we go back for now, eat some of Boss Yuan’s food to replenish your body,” Zheng Jiawei persuaded.

“No thanks,” Wu Hai shook his head.

But just as Wu Hai was shaking his head, darkness suddenly covered his vision before he lost his consciousness.

“Little Hai, Little Hai, are you fine? Oh my god, have you fainted?” Zheng Jiawei was about to pinch on Wu Hai’s philtrum when Wu Hai suddenly opened his eyes wide, shocking Zheng Jiawei.

“I’m fine,” Wu Hai muttered.

“How about this, the congee made by Little Guang’s family is very delicious. You have eaten it before. Do you want to have some of that?” Zheng Jiawei continued persuading.

“You can paint any time you want, but if something bad happens to you, Lin Lin will be very sad,” Zheng Jiawei continued persuading, feeling somewhat glad when he saw Wu Hai’s expression relaxing.

“Things have been very hard for Lin Lin recently. If she is distracted by something happening to you, it will be bad,” Zheng Jiawei said.

“Fine, I will have some congee. Go get some,” Wu Hai said after a short silence.

“Ok, I’ll go get it right now. Don’t move around. I’ll be back soon. If you feel any discomfort, drink some honey water,” Zheng Jiawei said the moment he heard Wu Hai’s agreement. Then, he ran away.

“It is time to leave,” Wu Hai muttered gloomily as he gazed at the distant cloud and mountain village that looked like a paradise.

Shortly after, Zheng Jiawei arrived with a pot, a porcelain bowl, and a spoon.

Under Zheng Jiawei’s gaze, Wu Hai ate three bowls of congee.

“Little Hai is a good boy today for eating so many bowls of congee,” Zheng Jiawei praised like he was praising a child.

“Um,” Wu Hai nodded in an uncaring manner.

“So Little Hai, are you staying here looking for inspiration or are you going to take a stroll?” Zheng Jiawei asked while he kept the bowl away.

“Not staying. Let’s go. Let’s go now,” Wu Hai stood up and lifted the easel.

“Alright. I’ll get the tickets. We will return to Chengdu today,” Zheng Jiawei agreed without question.

Zheng Jiawei knew that after leaving, Wu Hai would never return here. After all, Wu Hai had once mentioned that if he couldn’t find any inspiration for the first time, he wouldn’t find it the second time as well. Even if he found it, it wouldn’t be the same. Therefore, if Wu Hai failed to look for inspiration from a location, he would never bother returning.

Zheng Jiawei was very clear about this.

“Um,” Wu Hai nodded. Then, he picked up his painting tools and left with Zheng Jiawei.

They decided to leave during noon, but when they arrived at Chengdu, it was already noon the next day.

The mountain village was very remote, and thus, when they reached the nearest city, it was already midnight. Therefore, they had waited until the next day to set off.

Thus, early the next morning, Zheng Jiawei brought Wu Hai and took a plane back to Chengdu.

“No, I can’t sleep. I need to make a phone call,” Yuan Zhou picked up his phone right as he was about to shut his eyes and called Zhou Jia.

“Zhou Jia, I am Yuan Zhou,” Yuan Zhou said, his voice coarse as he spoke while coughing.

“Boss Yuan, are you sick? Have you gone to the doctor?” Zhou Jia asked when she heard Yuan Zhou’s voice.