On the morning of the ninth day of the first lunar month, the two of them headed back to Yan City.
Halfway there, Zhou Li made a call to Huai Xu. To be precise, it was to his own phone since he and Huai Xu had switched cell phones. The only difference was that he used a dual-system with passcodes, which Huai Xu probably didn't know about—but then, there wasn't anything interesting in Huai Xu's phone anyway.
"Hello?" his own voice came through the phone, even the tone sounded remarkably similar.
"Tell Aunt Jiang later that you're going out to see if any barber shops are open because you want to get a haircut, and then we'll meet up to switch phones back," Zhou Li said, glancing at his watch and the GPS. "I should arrive in about an hour and a half."
"You're getting a haircut?"
"Yeah."
"Where did you go? You didn't go to a crowded place, did you? Don't bring back any viruses!"
"...Brother Nan and Little Zheng helped me do it."
BEEP!
The call abruptly ended.
