The night passed in the village as if nothing had happened.
In the morning, when Cheng Jun and An Ning, backpacks on, went to bid the village chief farewell, they were told the mountain road was damaged. To leave, they would have to take a detour deep into the mountains.
"Even we villagers can't guarantee we can make it through those deep mountains. It's simply too dangerous. Why don't you two stay for a few days?"
Cheng Jun made no effort to hide his confusion. "Did it rain last night? Why is the road damaged?" he asked.
"I don't know. I slept like a log last night."
An Ning scratched her head sheepishly. The two of them looked toward the village chief.
"It didn't rain. The road's just been in disrepair for years, and some animals from the mountain came down and trampled it. Don't worry, we need to use it too. We're starting repairs right away, so it should be mostly fixed in two or three days."
