pjbooks Chapter 142 Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 142 Unexpected Encounter
Su Qingyao stood up, dusted off her hands, and turned to walk towards the car.
After walking a few steps, she stopped and looked back at him.
"But you're definitely inside."
She didn't wait for Wen Yu's response and continued walking forward.
Wen Yu stood there, watching her silhouette stretched long by the setting sun, trailing all the way to his feet.
He suddenly realized that no one had ever placed him into the future with such certainty in his entire life.
She said he was definitely inside.
It's as if this is something that should be taken for granted.
It's as if he was born someone who deserves to be wished upon.
He quickly caught up with her and hugged her from behind.
It was tightened up very much.
It was so tight it felt like it was trying to knead her into her bones, into her pulse, into the very spot she had to pass through with every breath.
Su Qingyao didn't turn around, but simply placed her hand on the back of his hand that was wrapped around his waist.
The distant snow-capped mountains remained silent, while the prayer flags recited countless prayers for them.
Wen Yu rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes.
He doesn't believe in gods or Buddhas and never makes wishes.
But at that moment he was hoping that if there really was a god, could the baby love him so steadfastly forever?
Forever and ever.
It's okay if it doesn't work.
He could use any means necessary—by robbing, by keeping, or by any other means.
He only wanted Su Qingyao by his side.
On the eighth day, they arrived at Ranwu Lake.
There was no wind in the early morning, and the lake was as still as a piece of unpolished jade, reflecting the snow-capped mountains, forests, and the winding paths trodden by yak.
so gorgeous.
Su Qingyao leaned on Wen Yu's shoulder, watching the morning mist recede inch by inch from the water's surface, revealing a deeper, more profound blue beneath.
"My darling Yuyu, I want to kiss you."
Wen Yu turned his head and kissed her.
The kiss was light and tender.
The lake and mountains became the backdrop; the water was still, the mountains were still, and only the sound of the wind passing through the prayer flags could be heard.
There are also two heartbeats that are gradually synchronizing.
On the eleventh day, they drove out of Nyingchi and headed towards the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon.
Su Qingyao wanted to see Namcha Barwa.
"Nine out of ten people are unlucky," she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "What if we're lucky enough to be the one?"
Wen Yu couldn't bear to refuse his baby, so he readily agreed.
Before setting off, he repeatedly confirmed the alternative routes, had Qin Yue check the road conditions for the day, and even called the Bureau of Culture and Tourism to ensure a smooth trip.
In the end, he chose the safest route.
But sometimes, accidents just happen unexpectedly.
3 PM.
The moment the SUV turned onto the narrow road bordering the cliff, Wen Yu's eyelids suddenly twitched.
To the left is a weathered rock wall, to the right is a river beach with a drop of more than ten meters, and beyond that is the rushing Yarlung Tsangpo River.
The road was so narrow that only one car could pass at a time, with no guardrails or buffers, so Wenyu drove very carefully and slowly.
Su Qingyao was taking pictures of the prayer flags outside the window with her camera, humming an off-key song, when she heard a crisp sound.
Extremely light, extremely short.
Like a withered branch breaking, like ice cracking.
Before she could even react, Wen Yu had already slammed on the brakes.
The car suddenly lurched, and the seatbelt left a light red mark on her chest.
Wen Yu's arm came across, blocking her firmly, with such force that it felt like he was going to press her into the seat.
"Don't move, baby."
The voice was very serious.
Su Qingyao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him.
Wen Yu wasn't looking at her.
He stared straight ahead, his jaw taut, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, and the veins on the back of his hands bulging as if they were about to burst from under his skin.
He was shaking.
Su Qingyao had never seen Wen Yu tremble before.
The man who was always calm and composed was now trembling.
She followed his gaze and her blood ran cold.
A section of the road about half a square meter in front of the car collapsed, with irregular, jagged edges.
The cracks spread outwards from the hole, forming a spiderweb-like pattern across a seven- or eight-meter stretch of road.
Through that hole, you could see the hollowed-out roadbed below, a structure of mixed soil and rocks, which had been loosened by the melting snow. Below that were tumbled gravel and rushing river water.
If Wen Yu hadn't slowed down beforehand, if she hadn't stopped to take pictures.
If he had driven just one more meter forward—
She dared not think.
Wen Yu didn't dare to think about it either.
He stared at the crack, but his mind was filled with memories of his time with Su Qingyao.
The baby's adorable behavior, his tantrums, his smile in the rearview mirror, his snacking in the passenger seat, and his humming while taking pictures of prayer flags.
If that scene never happens again—no, he would never allow it.
Wen Yu closed his eyes, suppressing all panic and emotion, and spoke in a very calm tone.
"I'll get out of the car and take a look."
He reached for his seatbelt, but Su Qingyao grabbed his hand as soon as he touched the buckle.
"You stay in the car, I'll go."
Wen Yu frowned, "Baby—"
"You're too heavy."
She interrupted him, her eyes displaying a calm, calculated composure.
"I'm 20 kilograms lighter than you. If that road surface can still bear the weight, I can walk across it without any problem. But if it's at its maximum load-bearing capacity, it will collapse as soon as you step on it, and then neither of us will be able to escape."
She paused for a moment, then said, "So, I'll go."
Wen Yu stared intently at her.
He could hear his heart pounding violently, deafeningly.
It even drowned out the river breeze, the prayer flags, and all the sounds in the world.
He knew that what the baby said was the optimal solution, but he didn't want the optimal solution. He just wanted her to be safe, even if it meant giving his own life.
He had never been so afraid before.
It wasn't that I was afraid of dying myself, it was that I was afraid of watching her die.
"No." He shook his head, his voice trembling. "I'll go. You stay in the car, I—"
Before she could finish speaking, Su Qingyao had already opened the car door.
A river breeze blew in, ruffling her hair.
"Baby—Su Qingyao!!"
Wen Yu shouted directly. He reached out to grab her, his fingertips brushing against her sleeve, but he only grasped air.
He immediately went to unbuckle his seatbelt, moving as fast as a madman.
Su Qingyao turned around and glared at him.
That glare pinned him to his seat.
"Don't move."
She commanded.
"Don't move if you don't want me to die. Listen to me, this time I'm in charge."
Then she closed the car door.
Wenyu's world fell silent.
So quiet that only the heartbeat remained.
He sat in the driver's seat, watching Su Qingyao walk around to the front of the car through the windshield.
She walked very slowly, each step feeling like it was treading on his heart.
He watched her squat down, squatting at the edge of the crack, squatting beside the hollowed-out roadbed, squatting right under the nose of death.
He wanted to call her back, to rush down and pull her back, to do anything to get her back in the car.
But he can't.
He dared not shout, dared not move, dared not even breathe.
Wen Yu was afraid that any sound would disturb her, distract her, or cause the road to collapse even faster.
He could only watch, helplessly watching.
Watching her pick up a fist-sized stone from the ground and gently roll it forward.
The stone rolled past the edge of the collapse and came to a stop.
The road surface did not collapse.
He watched as she picked up an even bigger stone, rolled it across the crack, over the precarious stretch of road, and onto the other side to safety.
The road surface has not collapsed.
Wen Yu's breathing became heavier.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms sweaty.
He wanted to speak, to tell her to slow down, to beg her to come back and let him go.
But it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Then he saw the most unforgettable and least desirable scene of his life.
Su Qingyao stood up, dusted off her hands, took a deep breath, and despite being terrified and trembling uncontrollably, she resolutely stepped onto the platform.
At that moment, Wen Yu's heart stopped beating.
It's true that the jumping has stopped.
The whole world spun around.