Chapter 171 As soon as possible (2/3)

After doing all this, he took her warm little hand again, his voice low but with a hint of triumph.

"go home."

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While Yan Yu and Ruan Tang were radiating sweetness, the atmosphere at the other end of the market was as cold as the dead of winter.

An Sanchuan has been working in the countryside for almost two months.

For the past two months, he has lived on thin ice every day, turning himself into a transparent shadow.

He dared not get close to anyone, nor did he dare to do anything out of line, for fear of being noticed.

He never found an opportunity to contact Zhou Quan.

Just two days ago, a letter from home was delivered to the educated youth settlement.

The letter contained only perfunctory greetings, but the creases on the paper were a code he knew all too well.

He's being urged by his superiors.

The suffocating feeling of being choked came over him again, keeping him awake for several nights in a row.

Having no other choice, he could only take advantage of the large crowd at this market and risk coming out to see it.

Zhou Quan was even more excited than he had imagined.

The moment their eyes met, An Sanchuan clearly saw the light that burst forth in the other's eyes—a spark of despair, carrying a scorching heat.

An Sanchuan didn't move. He cautiously scanned his surroundings, making sure he didn't see any familiar faces, before blending into the crowd of people leaving the venue and following Zhou Quan at a distance.

The two walked silently, one after the other, across the main street and into a series of narrow, muddy alleys.

The surrounding sounds grew fainter and fainter, and the light grew dimmer and dimmer.

The snow in the corner was fluffy and white, untouched by human feet, and the air carried the damp, musty smell unique to old houses.

Finally, Zhou Quan stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard gate.

He took out his key and turned the rusty lock.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open.

He stepped aside to let An Sanchuan go in first.

The courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs, and in the corner were piles of chopped firewood and broken baskets; it was an ordinary family home.

As soon as An Sanchuan entered the main room, Zhou Quan immediately turned around and locked the courtyard gate from the inside.

He then strode to the nearly ruined well in the middle of the yard, reached out and rhythmically pressed a few times on an inconspicuous brick under the well rim.

“Clatter.”

A barely audible sound.

An Sanchuan immediately sensed that the atmosphere of the entire courtyard had changed, as if it were covered by an invisible film.

If Ruan Tang were here, she would immediately recognize that this was a crude and flawed concealment formation.

But these days, such a crude formation is enough to fool ordinary people.

After finishing all this, Zhou Quan rushed back to the main room and slammed the door shut behind him.

An Sanchuan was still uneasy, so he took out a crookedly drawn yellow paper talisman from his pocket.