Chapter 538: Chapter 537: The Edge (1)
The sound was somewhat faint, and if it weren’t for the countryside, a car starting up in the city would likely go unnoticed.
But the thing is, this is a ravine. In recent days, Xia Siyu had noticed that although roads were built here, few cars passed by. It was okay during the day—at least there was some activity after everyone got up. But come nightfall, aside from the sound of the wind and water, the cries of birds and insects, and with phones and televisions turned off, there was practically no noise from cars or hustle and bustle, as quiet as if one had traveled back to ancient times.
At this time, hearing the sound of a car, although a bit soft, clearly still at a fair distance, was significant because this village was very remote, and most young people had already moved to the city, leaving mostly elderly and children back in the village. Moreover, Bo Yan had experience with racing cars; from the engine sound, likely an off-roader with powerful capabilities, something that an average person wouldn’t have, it was almost certainly someone coming for them.
Counting the first few days when they arrived in the Northwest to read at the provincial archives, it had been almost twenty days since they had been here. They originally said they would come to experience life for over a month, but how much longer exactly was unknown. It might be longer if the props team wasn’t ready, or it could be shorter.
But he had waited nearly ten days, and he didn’t want to be separated from Xia Siyu at this moment. He thought it over, the residence the crew had found for him and Xia Siyu could only accommodate their two-person team, it was impossible for the crew to cram into a room with them. But since the village would be used for outdoor shooting later, he estimated the crew had rented other houses too, staying close for the convenience of communication. Anyway, they wouldn’t be staying over tonight, so he was at ease.
He still wanted to come over for a kiss when Xia Siyu quickly got up, “Did you just hear a car?”
Since those people wouldn’t be coming over, Bo Yan mumbled vaguely, “You must have heard wrong?”
No sooner had he finished speaking when the car’s engine revved again, this time more clearly. Xia Siyu immediately said, “I heard it! It’s a car, probably here for us.”
In these ten miles and eight villages, besides them, there weren’t any other outsiders to come for.
In the midst of speaking, Bo Yan had already crept up, lifting the blanket, his fingertips roaming around in the dark: “Don’t worry, our house isn’t big enough, they can’t possibly come over because there’s nowhere for them to stay.”
When choosing the house at the time, he had “high-mindedly” made a point not to pick a house with good conditions but instead insisted on a challenging dwelling, a cave house, saying it was to experience life. But he knew that Xia Siyu would also choose a difficult place, preferably one that wasn’t spacious enough for others to stay in.
“But the sound of the car is coming for us,” Xia Siyu said, trying to catch his mischievous hands but instead found her wrist grasped by him, pressed to the side of her head, his head dipping slightly, tenderly and densely pecking at her neck, “Don’t worry, the village is the location for the outdoor scenes. I’ve already asked Director Sun before—he said they would stay in better accommodations, not far from ours.”
For filming, vast expanses of wheat and corn in the village went unharvested. They had only helped the elderly harvest a small patch in their house’s backyard the previous few days. Other corners of the village were also set up by the props team. While it looked close by, and the noise sounded even closer, this was the Loess Plateau; walking through two gullies would take at least two hours for a round trip, and even by car, it would need around fifteen minutes.