Chapter 439: 438. Signature Chapter 439: 438. Signature “With such slender arms and legs, she looks so thin,” said one of the students, eyeing the petite girl doubtfully. “Can she really withstand the high altitude of the Tibetan Area?”
“The conditions inside the Ancient Tomb are even more challenging than here,” another student comnted. “Let’s hope she doesn’t get altitude sickness.”
Just before leaving the hotel, Professor Kong called Zheng Anhe, who was in charge of all the trivial matters, aside.
“Go talk to the hotel,” he instructed, “bring a few more oxygen cylinders, just in case.”
Safety first.
They couldn’t afford to let Master Yu’s students co to harm here.
Zheng Anhe paused for a mont, then glanced at Tang Shu not far away, his gaze indiscernible.
“Understood,” he said.
While soone was handling the checkout and other procedures, several young female students finally mustered the courage to approach Tang Shu, chattering excitedly for her autograph and to gather so news.
“Uncle, uncle, one more autograph, please, right here!”
The young woman looked to be in her twenties but even more lively than Fang Yining, pointing at her snow-white thick coat for Tang Shu to sign.
Tang Shu’s mouth twitched as she observed the white thick coat for a while before penning her na on it.
But this signature was completely different in style from the one from just monts ago.
“Huh?”
The girls noticed the difference, too.
The “Tang Shu” written now lacked the sharpness and flamboyance of the signature on the poster, instead, it had a carefree touch, resembling a pattern.
If one wasn’t paying attention, they might have thought it was a flower pattern that originally ca with the coat.
“Wow~ this signature is so unique~~~”
The young woman was quick to realize Tang Shu’s intention; she wanted to avoid embarrassnt for the girl from others’ ridicule for having a signature on her clothing.
Her heart ward instantly, and her eyes, already watery, sparkled with happiness and delight.
Tang Shu eyed the white fleece coat pensively, feeling that sothing was still missing.
It was too plain.
“If you don’t mind, you could buy so threads of different colors at a supermarket, and I can embroider the na for you,” she suggested.
Even with the change of style, having such a dark pattern on the white coat was still quite conspicuous.
The young woman was surprised by the offer and, naturally, she scampered off and spent a few Bucks to bring back five-colored threads.
Tang Shu took them and squeezed herself into their SUV.
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From the end of March every year, the area enters the peach blossom season.
If you’re lucky with your location, you can see wild peach blossoms scattered across the mountainsides, alongside rivers, and within rice fields.
Now it was the end of the second lunar month, which translated to mid-March in the Gregorian calendar.
“Today we’re in luck as it’s a sunny day,” remarked one of them, “the wild peach blossoms here are a local highlight. We are fortunate to catch this season.”
“Indeed, indeed,” another chid in. “The peach blossoms are just about to bloom. They’re not fully open yet, but there’s a unique charm to that.”
Is it the season to view peach blossoms? Not quite yet.
Still a few days away.
But the Tibetan Area had its own appeal at this ti, particularly with the wild peach trees holding their unopened blossoms, which gave them an allure of coy resistance.
The two driving in the front were history postgraduates, brimming with knowledge, who had been educating the three young won in the backseat about the scenery of the Tibetan Area.
The two who had been nervous upon seeing their idol gradually relaxed, eager not to miss any of the landscape, each of them sticking their heads out the window.
“It’s true! Look at those beautiful wild peach blossoms; they’re a bit different from those we’ve seen in the scenic spots.”
“They seem wilder, don’t they? The branches are lush. They must not have been pruned, so they’re full of life.”
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