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Day and night alternated.
Finally, the Fat Ma couldn't hold back any longer and started to vomit, cursing a few times. My head felt a bit dizzy, and my face flushed red.
The Mud Man and Old Ghost, however, remained unbothered.
Old Ghost looked at the Fat Ma's distressed expression, grinning widely as he burst into laughter.
I felt helpless and took out the medicine I had bought earlier, sharing it with the Fat Ma. Surprisingly, it worked quite well; after taking it, I felt much better.
Fat Ma let out a loud belch and recovered somewhat. The rumbling sound of the train continued as night was about to fall. I glanced at the time; it was almost seven o'clock.
The weather in Tibet also had a significant temperature difference between day and night, so we had dressed warmly in advance. By the time the train announced our arrival, we were already prepared.
We had arrived in Lhasa.
After getting off the train, we didn't think about anything else for now; we just wanted to find a place to stay and have a hearty meal.
Once we found a restaurant, the four of us ordered a table full of food and dug in heartily. After enjoying our meal, we couldn't help but start chatting away.
Before we knew it, it was midnight when we returned to the inn to sleep.
Although I felt a bit tipsy, my mind was mostly clear. I lay there staring at the ceiling, forgetting what I was supposed to think about. I just blankly gazed until I fell asleep without even turning off the light.
As dawn broke, pale sunlight streamed in.
There were several knocks at the door, the sound echoing persistently. I lazily got out of bed and opened the door, and the three hefty figures filed in one after another.
"Old Sun, hurry up and contact that old man."
I didn't waste any time. I pulled out my little notebook for recording phone numbers, borrowed the phone from the guest room, and dialed. It wasn't long before someone picked up. However, the first thing I heard was a cacophony of noise, like a television struggling to get a signal, crackling incessantly.
"Hello? Hello? Professor Sun... is anyone there?"
"Is anyone even listening?"
I shook my head.
The hefty guy took the phone and shouted into it, but the same jarring noise continued.
"Could it be that there's no signal?" I asked, puzzled.
No one answered me.
The hefty guy yelled a few more times, cursing under his breath, and finally slammed down the receiver with force.
"Damn it, not a single soul on the line."
We four stared at each other.
"Are you sure you weren't stood up?" Old Ghost rasped.
Damn, I suddenly thought. It was impossible to receive a call without a signal. I slapped my forehead. Could it really be that we were stood up, just as Old Ghost said?
"Forget it. Even if we were stood up, we might as well treat this as a trip to Tibet," I grumbled.
Looking at the disgruntled Fat Ma and the silent Mud Man, I felt helpless. The four of us sat in my room.
"Don't rush. Let's try calling again in the afternoon. For now, let's go grab something to eat."
"Old Sun, did that guy say to meet in Lhasa?"
I nodded heavily.
"I bet ten to one that you guys are being played."
"Old Ghost, damn it, stop talking nonsense. We're already frustrated!" Fat Ma scowled.
Old Ghost fell silent.
After we finished eating, time passed and it was afternoon again. I changed locations to make another call, but the voice on the other end was still the same. To be honest, I had held some hope before, but this time it was at least cut in half.
The chubby man stood with his hands on his hips, cursing Professor Sun.
"Anyone with the surname Sun is no good," he blurted out, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had misspoken and quickly flashed a sheepish grin at me.
I couldn't be bothered to respond.
The day passed quickly, and by the next day, then the third, we had already made countless phone calls.
If we couldn't get in touch in another two days, we would have to head back home.
There was no better plan at the moment; after some discussion, we decided to spend a few days wandering around Lhasa. By the fifth day, our enthusiasm had waned considerably.
"Alright, we've been stood up. Let's pack up and go home," the chubby man declared as he began to gather his things.
I held onto that little notebook tightly, thinking I would make one last call. I dialed the number again, and this time the signal went through. After about a minute of waiting, someone finally picked up.
I opened with, "Is anyone there?"
This time it wasn't just static; finally, someone responded, "Yes!"
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