Zhang Zian paid the bill for the junior high school girl, but this was just him paying for her. It didn't mean that she didn't need to pay him back, because this was equivalent to him lending her the money, not giving her the money.
Nowadays, the one who borrowed money was the grandson, and the one who owed money was the uncle. Zhang Zian doubted that the money would be wasted, because this kind of verbal loan without a written contract didn't have much legal effect. It was more like gambling.
In fact, he was mentally prepared that she wouldn't pay him back. At worst, it would be compensation for the loss of the Teahouse in Hidden Fog a year ago, but he thought that at least he could get a thank you.
In the end, he closed his eyes and paid the bill. Before he could open his eyes, he heard the voice of the middle school girl and the sound of her leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor. "Alright, I'll pay you back later. I'm leaving!"
When he opened his eyes, he only saw her disappearing behind the screen at the door. Then, with a squeak, the door of the teahouse was opened and then closed.
All three of them, including him, were dumbfounded.
Even the waiter, who always had a problem with him, felt it was unfair for him. "What … What kind of person is this … How can she be so rude at such a young age? She doesn't even say thank you? "
Shopkeeper Ye shook her head and smiled bitterly. She didn't say much, but her eyes were clearly saying, "I guess you won't get your money back."
Zhang Zian didn't know what to say. Were all middle school students like this? Or were they arrogant because they were in the stage where they thought they were the best in the world?
Most importantly, she said that she wanted to pay him back. Even if it was just for show, she should at least ask for his contact information. Otherwise, how could she pay him back?
Maybe he was being a busybody. It might have been better for him to let the waiter call the police, and then let the police call her parents to teach her a lesson. However, kids at this age often cared about their reputation, and criticism and education might not work.
He changed his mind, pushed the tea aside, stood up, and said in a hurry, "I'm going out. I haven't eaten yet. Don't take it away!"
Maybe it was because of the habit of training cats and dogs, he gave Old Time Tea a look, meaning that he should chase after the girl and teach her a lesson.
Kittens and puppies didn't understand human language. They were energetic and often very naughty. Things like knocking over cups, biting through wires, biting through sofas, tearing clothes, urinating and defecating indoors were common. It often gave novice breeders a headache, and they didn't know how to educate them. They could only scold or beat them, but it didn't necessarily work.
In fact, the correct way to educate them was to catch them in the act and reprimand them while they were committing the crime, instead of waiting to teach them a lesson after the fact. That way, they wouldn't even know what they were being punished for. They were just quietly lying down, but their master would yell at them fiercely or beat them up for no reason …
Not only would they not accept the lesson, but they might even develop a conditioned reflex that "silence" was equivalent to "getting beaten up." Next time, they would toss around even more violently.
There were also customers who asked him what he would do if he went to work during the day or was not at home due to other matters and only saw the scene of the tragedy when he came back.
He had no choice. He knew that his pets were naughty, but he still locked them in cages or restricted their movements when they left home. He couldn't blame anyone else, but it was useless to get angry now.
So he wanted to stop the girl and point out her mistakes in person, just like how he would teach a pet a lesson. But she wasn't a pet, so he didn't know if she would listen to him. He could only reason with her, but he couldn't really scold her or beat her up. Otherwise, he would have to go to the police station …
Educating her was one thing, but he had to specifically remind her not to clean up his snacks. Otherwise, if he came back and saw his snacks thrown into the trash can, he would really cry.
The shopkeeper and the waiter also saw his intention, so no one stopped him. They all felt that the girl really deserved to be educated.
He walked a few steps, walked around the screen, pushed open the door and walked out.
Luo Qingyu's photography club and the freshmen girls were all gone. They probably went back to school after the shoot. There were only a few old men in white clothes and pants on the hilltop, slowly practicing their swordsmanship. Fasi was still tied to a pillar under the porch, quietly squatting and watching the old men practice their swordsmanship.
Seeing Zhang Zian coming out, Fasi stood up, thinking that he was going to go down the hill.
He glanced around and didn't see the girl. He thought that she was quite fast, so she had probably already walked down the hill. He waved at Fasi and quickly walked down the hill without explaining.
The hill was covered in mist, but there was still no sign of the girl.
He thought that it was strange. Was she a sports student? How could she be so fast?
The hill road circled around the hill. He thought that she had walked past a bend and his view was blocked, so he quickly walked down the hill.
The steps were wet and a little slippery. Going down the hill had always been more difficult than going up the hill. He concentrated and chased her down as fast as he could. After two turns, he still didn't see her. Instead, he saw Luo Qingyu swaying like a bamboo stick in front of him.
While walking down the steps, Luo Qingyu looked down at the photos he had taken today through the LCD screen. He walked very slowly, not afraid of falling off the cliff …
"Senior Luo! Wait! "
He quickly caught up with Luo Qingyu and stopped him. "Senior Luo, where's that girl?"
"Who's your senior?" Luo Qingyu rolled his eyes. "What junior high school girl?"
"The one you took photos with on the top of the hill," Zhang Zian explained.
Luo Qingyu was stunned. "Didn't she go into the teahouse?"
"She just came out. Didn't you see her?" Zhang Zian asked and looked down. There was no one on the hill road.
Zhang Zian got the answer from Luo Qingyu's expression before he answered.
There was only one hill road, and it was quite narrow. Unless she could fly, it was impossible for her to pass by Luo Qingyu without being seen.
"Forget it. It's okay. Forget what I said."
Zhang Zian shook his head, turned around and started to go up the hill again.
"Wait a minute! What's wrong? " Luo Qingyu asked with great interest. He vaguely felt that something strange might have happened. Although he usually mainly took portrait and landscape photos, he did not mind taking a few news documentary photos occasionally. As long as he could make a name for himself and make money.
"Nothing. I saw you walking alone, so I was just joking with you." Zhang Zian laughed. "Look at the road when you go down the hill. Don't always look at the camera. If you miss something, there is no Nine Yang Scripture hidden under the cliff."
Luo Qingyu gave him the middle finger disdainfully, mouthed "go to hell", and continued to walk down the steps while looking down at the camera.
Zhang Zian waited for Luo Qingyu to disappear in the fog, then changed his slow pace and returned to the top of the hill as fast as he could.
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