Chapter 131

Chapter 128

After Li Sanjiang finished shouting, he noticed that behind Runsheng, Zhuangzhuang, and Yinmeng was another unfamiliar face.

This young man looked quite fair and delicate, with a shy and introverted appearance, clearly someone suited to a quiet life.

"Hey, not bad, brought back a new mule."

Lin Shuyou was carrying a saltwater duck. He had specifically brought it from where they got off, having been so preoccupied with whether Xiaoyuan and the others would take him that he completely forgot to buy a gift.

If he had known earlier, he would have asked Bin ge to stop the car for a while when they passed Shinnan town so he could buy some milk biscuits or something.

His family had a strong sense of etiquette. If his grandpa and shifu found out he visited empty-handed and without shame, they would practically spit in his face three times over.

Li Sanjiang enthusiastically welcomed everyone into the house. Li Zhuoyuan, who had dismounted from his great-grandfather, held his great-grandfather's hand and walked in the front.

"Zhuangzhuang, did you drive back?"

"Yes, I got my driver's license, and Mengmeng did too."

"That's great! When you graduate from university and want to buy a car, I'll chip in too."

"Haha, you definitely should. Even if you don't, I'll shamelessly ask you for it."

"You rascal, your family is well-off. At most, I'll contribute one car wheel."

"Without that one wheel, I can't drive this car."

Li Sanjiang subconsciously thought the yellow pickup truck was borrowed or rented by the children.

In this era, a two-wheeled motorcycle was a rare item in the village. Anyone who could ride one around town was considered quite worldly.

As for four wheels, that was even more out of the question. Most families in the village wouldn't even dare to dream of having a small car parked at their home.

"Is this young man your classmate?"

"Yes, classmate," Tan Wenbin nudged Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou said, "Li great-grandfather, my name is Lin Shuyou."

"This accent, southern?"

"Uh, I'm from Fujian."

"Okay, not bad. The young man looks very upright, with a full physique."

As soon as they reached the dam, Li Zhuoyuan's expression instantly turned serious.

Behind him, Lin Shuyou stepped onto the dam stairs, his body immediately stopping, his vertical pupils opening.

Li Sanjiang said, "Eh, why does this young man look a bit cross-eyed too?"

Runsheng quickly rushed to Li Zhuoyuan's front, simultaneously pulling out a Yellow River shovel from his bag. With a forceful flick, the newly made large Yellow River shovel instantly unfolded, horizontally in front.

Yinmeng drew out her new demon whip from her waist. The seven-colored whip, said to contain seven kinds of toxins, was propped up by Yinmeng as she stood to Li Zhuoyuan's side.

Tan Wenbin continuously jumped several large steps, turned his body in the air, stood behind Xiaoyuan, and faced backward.

After Lin Shuyou's vertical pupils opened, his left hand was held flat, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his legs bent down, preparing for a ritual.

Li Sanjiang, on the other hand, was squeezed to the outer ring and was a bit confused for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Li Zhuoyuan's expression returned to normal.

Where there was evil, the feng shui would definitely not be good.

Li Zhuoyuan had just been looking at feng shui entries in a book on his great-grandfather's second floor, so he was naturally very familiar with his great-grandfather's home's feng shui layout.

Now, there was clearly a problem with the feng shui here, but the influence of the problem was not big. The difference was like a spacious and bright farmhouse built by oneself changing into a gloomy old hospital ward.

People sensitive to this aspect might detect some slight strangeness, but as for how much influence it had on a person's body and luck, it really wasn't to that extent.

Especially for his great-grandfather, his blessing and luck had long since transcended the influence of ordinary environments. He could even change the surrounding environment.

Moreover, this feeling was gradually receding and weakening, meaning there should have been something dirty here originally, but that dirty thing was not present now.

Li Zhuoyuan raised his hand, signaling them to lower their guard, and at the same time said to Li Sanjiang:

"Great-grandfather, we plan to take a photo. Binbin ge brought the camera back."

Ever since copying the stone tablet from Zhengmen village last time, Tan Wenbin had been considering getting a camera.

Before this, he had been invited by Lu Anan and Liu Tao, those two Xiangxue she xiongxiong, to participate in a multi-school Xiangxue she exchange meeting. He originally thought he could learn something and see the world, but who knew it was very bureaucratic.

The speeches by the host leaders made him sleepy and tired, and he felt very bored. But before the conference ended, there was a prize drawing. The first prize was a camera, and he was lucky enough to win it.

He was quite happy and felt the trip wasn't in vain.

At this moment, seeing that Xiaoyuan ge had already canceled the alert, he immediately took out the camera and held it up:

"Yes, come on, let's take a photo. Everyone pose nicely, come, look here, make a peace sign, yeah!"

"Click!"

The first photo was taken. Tan Wenbin wasn't in it. Yinmeng and Runsheng were protecting Xiaoyuan, with a cross-eyed person standing on the edge.

For the second photo, Tan Wenbin asked Li Sanjiang to help press the shutter, and he ran back to his position.

After Lin Shuyou closed his vertical pupils, he couldn't find his position for a moment. Finally, Tan Wenbin waved his hand, indicating for him to squat in the very front.

After two photos were taken, the people inside the house all heard the sound and came out.

The first person to come out of the kitchen was Cui Guiying, wearing an apron. She wiped her hands on her apron and happily shouted:

"Xiaoyuan Hou, my grandson!"

"Grandma."

Cui Guiying hugged Li Zhuoyuan tightly and examined him carefully.

"Xiaoyuan Hou and the others are back, right?" On the small road, Li Weihan's voice was heard. He was pushing a small cart with two jars of wine on it.

"Grandfather."

"Ah, Xiaoyuan Hou, haha!"

Li Sanjiang was furious when he saw Li Weihan put the wine jars down. He couldn't help but curse: "It's all that mountain cannon's fault, wanting to show off at this very moment!"

"Old man, you're slandering me when I'm arranging the porcelain jars!"

Mountain great-grandfather came out from the back of the house, tying his pants rope as he went.

Li Sanjiang said, "What, did I say something wrong?"

Mountain great-grandfather said, "It's just that the two jars of wine in your house have cracks, and a lot of the wine's vitality has been released. I just said the taste isn't pure!"

Li Sanjiang said angrily, "When you had no money for food and could only eat sweet potatoes, I didn't see you being so picky."

Mountain great-grandfather said, "You..."

Li Zhuoyuan asked, "Great-grandfather, are there any other people at home?"

"Other people? No, everyone's here. Oh, actually, I hired a helper. She's very good at making paper crafts and she's also diligent. She also helps me read letters and write replies.

Her surname is Xiao, and her name is Ying Hou."

"Then where is she?"

"She asked for leave last night, saying there was something at home. She just went back this morning and said she'll come back in a few days after she's dealt with the matter."

Li Zhuoyuan nodded and didn't continue asking. He could probably guess who this Ying Hou was.

The one under the peach tree forest, as long as she wasn't dead, or even if she was dead and had gone down the stream, would be scared to go back up the stream before entering this boundary.

Who else could be able to move under that one's watchful eye and not cause any harm to his great-grandfather?

Cui Guiying laughed: "Everyone sit down, eat, let's eat."

A round table was set up on the dam. A large group of people sat around, eating and drinking, very lively.

Li Sanjiang and Mountain great-grandfather, happy, both got drunk. The two of them cursed and blamed each other, then simply lay down in the two coffins they had prepared for themselves in the living room and snored away.

Li Weihan also drank a lot, leaning against the door frame, his face red, sunbathing, half asleep and half awake.

Cui Guiying scolded them while going into the kitchen to boil hangover soup for them.

After speaking to his grandma, Li Zhuoyuan brought Runsheng and the others to Big Beard's home.

This peach forest was already a beautiful sight in the village.

Li Zhuoyuan stood on the dam of Big Beard's home and looked into the distance.

Lin Shuyou imitated Xiaoyuan ge's appearance and leaned forward. As soon as he looked closely, his vertical pupils instantly opened and closed rapidly!

"Hiss!"

Lin Shuyou covered his eyes and squatted down in pain.

Tan Wenbin stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and helped him turn around.

The peach forest was calm, not a single breeze stirred.

"Runsheng ge, set up the offering table."

"Okay."

Tables and chairs were readily available in the house. The offerings were very simple: biscuits, meat floss, etc., a bit sloppy and casual, but presumably the other side wouldn't mind.

Two candles, one red and one white, stood upright, their flames flickering.

Li Zhuoyuan pinched a piece of yellow paper with his fingertips, lit it, waved it three times, and threw it into the fire basin.

Runsheng and Tan Wenbin surrounded the fire basin and began burning paper.

This act had no special meaning, it was just a greeting.

Li Zhuoyuan knew that at the moment, he temporarily didn't have the qualifications to talk to the one under the peach tree forest.

But the other side was indeed very gracious, taking care of his great-grandfather's home.

Although this kind of care was unbearable for ordinary people, his great-grandfather was clearly not in this category.

After the paper was burned, Runsheng used tongs to lift the fire basin and poured the ashes onto the dam below.

The simple ceremony should have ended at this point. Tan Wenbin had already blown out the two candles.

But at this moment, there was still no wind, but the ashes spun and rolled up, scattered out, and then suddenly drifted towards the crowd.

Everyone's attention was focused on these strange ashes, watching them fly past them.

The two candles that had already been extinguished ignited again.

An emotion gradually permeated the hearts of everyone present. There were memories, melancholy, sighs, and lamentations.

It was seeing new people and thinking of old people, and also pursuing the past self, and the people around that self.

He was the one who had lived on, lived until now, and yet he was also the one who was left behind by time, locked until now.

Soon, the ashes landed, and the candles were extinguished again.

Except for Li Zhuoyuan, everyone else's mood was influenced by it and became low.

While everyone else was standing in place, dazed, Li Zhuoyuan picked up a broom and swept up the ashes on the ground.

They recovered one by one, either suddenly realizing or like just waking up, and rushed to help clean up.

After everything was sorted out, the crowd left Big Beard's home.

Tan Wenbin wanted to go back to Shigan town to see his grandparents and maternal grandparents.

Lin Shuyou wanted to go with Tan Wenbin.

There were few shops in Shinnan town, and Shigan town was lively with many people. He planned to buy some gifts.

Runsheng wanted to go back to Xiting town, clean his house, and also stock up on rice, flour, grains, and oil.

At the dinner table, he asked his grandfather when he came to Li great-grandfather's home. Mountain great-grandfather said he was afraid they would come back early today and he wouldn't be able to see them right away, so he arrived last night.

Runsheng then understood that his family must be out of food again. His grandfather had come a day early to freeload.

Yinmeng was bored and planned to go back with Runsheng to clean.

Li Zhuoyuan didn't go anywhere. He wanted to stay at home.

With this peach forest here, there would be no danger in the village. Everyone could indeed act separately at this time.

Just like that, Tan Wenbin drove the small pickup truck with Lin Shuyou, and Runsheng rode the family's three-wheeler with Yinmeng.

After Li Zhuoyuan watched them leave, he originally planned to just turn back and sit on the second-floor balcony of his great-grandfather's home while the afternoon sun was good.

Behind him, however, a surprised voice was heard at this moment:

"Yuanhou ge!"

Li Zhuoyuan turned around and saw an excited Cuicui.

Girls generally developed earlier than boys. Cuicui had also grown taller, and her chin was beginning to sharpen. She had inherited Aunt Xianghou's features, and in a few more years, she would also be graceful.

"Cuicui."

"Yuanhou ge, you're back! Where's Ali jie?"

"She didn't come back."

"Heh heh." After a simple greeting, Cuicui started to laugh.

She was genuinely happy. For more than a year, she often came here to find Yuanhou ge and Ali jie to play, because only they wouldn't dislike her.

Li Zhuoyuan went to Jinling for university, and Ali went too. Cuicui was left with no friends again.

However, she didn't feel lonely and sad because of this, because she once had.

Every time she saw other small friends in groups of three or five, she would think of the time she was with Yuanhou ge and Ali jie, and then she could raise her little chin and walk past proudly.

"Yuanhou ge, come to my home to play. My mom and my milk are all at home."

Li Zhuoyuan nodded: "Okay."

He had lived in the village for a long time, but there weren't many people worth visiting when he came back to the village.

His grandfather and grandmother were now helpers at his great-grandfather's home, and they had already eaten lunch together. There was no need to specially visit those grandfathers. If he went, his great-grandfather wouldn't be happy.

Liu Jinxia and Li Juxiang had helped him dispel evil once, and they had truly helped him. He should go.

Seeing Li Zhuoyuan agree, Cuicui tentatively stretched out her hand.

Li Zhuoyuan took the initiative to reach out and hold her hand.

The little girl immediately became so happy she seemed eager to turn into a butterfly.

She still remembered when Li Zhuoyuan first came here, walking with her by the stream and even inviting her to eat chocolate.

Later, her mom bought her many kinds of chocolate. Even though the brand packaging was the same, they never tasted as sweet as the original ones.

Li Zhuoyuan knew she was very happy.

He had been sensible from a young age and learned to observe expressions from a young age. By imitating and observing, reasoning and analyzing, he could make most people around him satisfied and happy with his 'identity', except, of course, for Li Lan.

This was a habit, not something he was born with, but over time, the difference was not much.

Even if he deliberately didn't perform now, this inertia still remained.

For example, he wanted to see Binbin as the class monitor, and he wanted to see Binbin and Zhou Yunyun together.

For example, when Runsheng revealed that he missed Mountain great-grandfather, he said he would go home at the end of the month.

For example, he also knew that if he went back, his great-grandfather would be very happy to see him.

Li Zhuoyuan felt that he was a stupid person.

For some happiness, some emotions, he was still a novice, so he hoped there would be more examples around him so he could observe, understand, and imitate.

No longer just in form, but truly heartfelt.

When he was with Ali, there was no problem, but as Ali's balcony window, he had to be bolder than Ali, walk out earlier, and lead her to continue walking outside.

However, when passing Aunt Zhang's small store, facing Aunt Zhang's enthusiastic greeting, Li Zhuoyuan politely responded with a 'smile'. When his gaze noticed the telephone, he unknowingly withdrew again.

Cuicui pulled him and continued walking forward. They hadn't even reached home yet, but from a distance, Cuicui shouted: "Mom, Mom, Yuanhou ge is here, Yuanhou ge is here!"

Li Juxiang was washing clothes. Hearing this shout, she was so happy she stopped washing clothes and went back to the house to get snacks.

The sky was already a bit cool, and drinking lemon acid wasn't suitable anymore, so she opened two bottles of milk drink.

Li Zhuoyuan took it, put the straw in, and took a sip. Besides the strong saccharin taste, there was only a little milk taste left.

He still didn't like drinking sweet things. Usually, he would either have tea at Liu Yumei's or just drink boiled water in the dormitory.

After Tan Wenbin often had tea at Grandma Liu's, he couldn't drink the tea leaves his dad gave him anymore.

Li Zhuoyuan would only drink something as a quick supplement after having consumed it.

However, when Aunt Xianghou asked again, "Is it good? Do you want a different flavor?", he still lowered his head and drank two more mouthfuls: "It's good."

Liu Jinxia didn't play cards this afternoon. She had a job. She took a brush and was trying to write seal couplets while looking at a book.

This was a more traditional folk custom. These seal couplets could be hung in temples, on funeral goods, or placed on top of offerings and burned.

Since Liu Jinxia could now take on this job, it proved that her status had improved compared to before.

Also, in their line of work, status often went with age. The older you were, the more popular you were, and outsiders would believe you more.

However, Liu Jinxia hesitated to put her pen down. She didn't dare to write on white cloth but practiced repeatedly on yellow paper.

Her handwriting was barely passable, and she had practiced with effort.

Half a year ago, she secretly went to the city and had white cataract surgery. Her vision was much better than before, but in front of outsiders, she was still accustomed to pretending to be 'blind'.

Li Zhuoyuan walked to the edge of the table.

Liu Xiazi laughed: "Xiaoyuan Hou, you're here."

"Yes, Grandma Liu." Li Zhuoyuan wasn't polite and said directly, "Grandma Liu, I'll help you write."

"You can write?" Her tone was a bit surprised, but she was inclined to believe him. After all, this child had gotten into university at a young age.

"Yes."

Li Zhuoyuan picked up the brush and started writing directly on the white cloth.

At first, Liu Jinxia was a bit worried, but after seeing the characters the teenager wrote, her heart completely settled.

She didn't seem to find the seal couplets the teenager was writing in the book she had in her hand, but it didn't matter. The characters were written well and looked solemn. The main family would be satisfied.

Li Zhuoyuan finished writing all the seal couplets on the table, put down the brush, and rubbed his wrist.

Liu Jinxia smiled and told them to stay and have dinner.

"No, I still have friends and classmates. We have to go back to Great-grandfather's home for dinner."

"Oh, like that. Is it school holidays? Will you stay at home for a few days?"

"Three days."

"Mm." Liu Jinxia looked at her granddaughter Cuicui, "Study hard and strive to go to Jinling University with your Yuanhou ge later."

Cuicui stuck out her tongue. By the time she went to university, Yuanhou ge would have already graduated.

"Yuanhou ge, come to my room to play."

Just like the first time he came to Cuicui's home, Li Zhuoyuan was led to the second floor by Cuicui and even took off his shoes at the entrance of the stairs.

The layout of Cuicui's room hadn't changed. There were many foreign dolls, and she still collected many picture books, posters, and storybooks. She took them out like treasures and shared them with Li Zhuoyuan.

Li Zhuoyuan's attention, however, was more focused on the furniture in the room.

First, he noticed a fine horizontal crack on the dressing table mirror.

Next, there were similar cracks on the wardrobe, the chair, and the edge of the bed.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it was normal for furniture to crack after being used for a long time.

But Li Zhuoyuan could see that this was the influence of the girl's own fate pattern on the surrounding environment.

People were part of the environment and naturally could cause specific changes to the environment. Cuicui's fate pattern had become harder again.

From Liu Jinxia to Li Juxiang, and then to Cuicui, the three generations were becoming more and more extreme.

Although Li Zhuoyuan was good at Xiangxue and fate theory, he wasn't superstitious about this. But even according to the law of probability, Cuicui's problem was already very serious.

After she grew up, unless it was those special people, ordinary people who had intimate relationships with her would probably find it very hard to bear.

In this world, there were indeed a very small number of people. Men who married would have their wives leave or die; women who married would have their fiancés either go crazy or die before they even entered the house.

Looking at the many young male stars in the poster Cuicui unfolded, Li Zhuoyuan asked: "Cuicui, do you like them?"

The little girl laughed and replied: "They look good, just like you, Yuanhou ge, you both look good."

Li Zhuoyuan pondered silently in his heart. Perhaps he could ask Ali to make a long life lock or a bracelet or something similar to help suppress Cuicui's fate pattern.

However, the material for this was a bit hard to find. Jade wasn't suitable, as she would break it if she wore it for a long time. Only metal could be used, but ordinary metal wouldn't work. It had to be special goldware.

However, since he was currently walking Jiang, arbitrarily helping someone change their fate pattern might trigger some karma.

Looking one by one...

Fortunately, Cuicui was still young, so waiting a bit longer was fine.

Before he finished walking Jiang, as long as she didn't fall in love early, it would be okay.

From an ordinary person's perspective, early love usually meant the girl suffered a loss. With Cuicui, it was possible the boy would have a feast.

After finishing his visit at Cuicui's home, Li Zhuoyuan returned to his great-grandfather's home.

Great-grandfather and Mountain great-grandfather were still lying in their respective coffins, snoring. Occasionally, they would say something in their sleep, and they were still arguing in their dreams.

He remembered his great-grandfather saying that after he died, he would be buried with Mountain cannon.

Now it seemed the two old men truly wanted to be buried together. He was afraid they wouldn't find peace even in the grave at night.

In the living room, Li Zhuoyuan admired the paper figures that had been made in advance. Yinghou's craftsmanship was indeed very good. Each paper figure was vividly made, and moreover, they exuded a kind of pale panic in an orderly manner.

Just like that, at night, if you shone a flashlight on them, a row of paper figures would give people the feeling that they were about to turn their heads collectively.

After all, she made them herself, so it was normal for them to have such an effect.

Li Zhuoyuan went upstairs and came to the balcony. His and Ali's two rattan chairs were still in their original positions.

It was impossible for them to be left here in the wind and sun all the time. Moreover, judging from the marks on the ground, his great-grandfather must have specifically moved them out of the house and placed them here this morning.

His past was also the memory of another person.

Many afternoons, his great-grandfather would lie on his long chair in the distance, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and smoking, smiling and squinting at the two rattan chairs leaning against each other in front and the boy and girl sitting together.

Li Zhuoyuan sat down on the rattan chair, his gaze habitually looking down. The door to the east room was closed.

Li Weihan and Cui Guiying returned home every evening. Yinghou would stay here, but she slept in the west room, which was once Aunt Liu's and Uncle Qin's room.

And the east room where Ali and Grandma Liu once lived still had a lock on the door.

Time seemed to rewind at this moment, tracing back through winter, autumn, summer, and spring, returning to that day when he sat here, holding "Jianghu Strange Record", looking at the turns of the pages of the book, glancing at the girl sitting downstairs with her feet on the threshold:

A page of jianghu, a glance of stunning beauty.

Memories were not exclusive to old people, but depended on whether you once had enough beautiful moments.

Just at this moment, Li Zhuoyuan felt a gust of yin wind overflowing from the room behind him, blowing his hair.

The teenager's right thumb pressed the red button on his wrist, and his left hand quickly formed a seal.

A fierce aura emanated from the teenager's body.

This was an instinct, built up from stepping over the bodies of dead evil all the way, from stepping over layer after layer of Jiang water waves, accumulating a momentum.

Especially now, when Runsheng and the others were not by his side, the teenager's sensitivity was infinitely amplified.

But soon, the thumb loosened, and the seal was also released.

Li Zhuoyuan suppressed this instinct.

But he was ultimately scared by that gust of wind.

With a 'bang', the yin wind quickly retracted, closing all the doors and windows in front.

Li Zhuoyuan stood up, raised and opened his hands, expressing apology.

But after pushing open the door, except for the back window which was still open, the room looked very cold and empty.

After standing in the room for a while, Li Zhuoyuan heard a sound from the dam and walked out.

Runsheng had brought Yinmeng back on the three-wheeler.

As usual, Runsheng only restocked goods this time and didn't leave any money. Moreover, he couldn't restock too much, otherwise it would be convenient for Mountain great-grandfather to take it to sell and gamble.

It was also fortunate that Mountain great-grandfather didn't borrow foreign debts. When he had no money, he just didn't gamble and ate sweet potatoes at home.

Otherwise, encountering such an elder would be quite annoying.

Yinmeng, on the other hand, thought of a solution: simply transfer the money directly to Li great-grandfather's home and then tell Mountain great-grandfather to go to Li great-grandfather's home to eat when he was out of food.

This way, Mountain great-grandfather could solve the problem of not being able to ask for food directly, and at the same time, Li Sanjiang could control Mountain great-grandfather, only giving him food and not money.

Just then, Li Sanjiang and Mountain great-grandfather also woke up. The two old men were both drunk and hazy. After Runsheng said this, Mountain great-grandfather wanted to speak but hesitated, and Li Sanjiang agreed directly.

Subsequently, Mountain great-grandfather pulled Runsheng to the wall and asked: "Didn't you go to university with Xiaoyuan Hou? How can you still earn money?"

"Xiaoyuan gives me pocket money."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then won't you be hungry?"

"I work in the cafeteria."

"No salary?"

"No, but they provide meals."

Mountain great-grandfather nodded: "Then it's really not good to ask for a salary."

"Mm."

"Then Xiaoyuan's money is also given by that old Li fellow, and you give it to him again, and I go eat again, isn't that still shamelessly eating at his home?"

"Li great-grandfather doesn't know the real situation anyway. I'll just tell Li great-grandfather that we opened a store at school to earn money."

"That's different."

Li Zhuoyuan, standing on the second floor, clearly heard the conversation between the two below. Obviously, what Runsheng said must have been taught to him by someone on the way.

Li Sanjiang cleared his throat, walked to the edge of the dam, spat a mouthful of phlegm into the field, then lit a cigarette and scolded Mountain great-grandfather:

"Look at your nature! Runsheng Hou is not young anymore and will soon be looking for a wife. Which girl's family would dare to live in your house that's about to collapse and leaks everywhere?

Look at how I save houses and dowry for Xiaoyuan Hou! You, on the other hand, don't have any appearance of an elder!"

Mountain great-grandfather rarely lowered his head when being lectured and didn't retort.

"Runsheng Hou eats a lot and also has the problem of being a picky eater, but he's also strong and a good worker. Without your burden, he wouldn't have to worry about finding a wife."

Saying this, Li Sanjiang still walked behind Runsheng and patted him a few times with his fist.

"Hoo... hoo..."

The cigarette ash in his mouth was blown into his eyes.

Li Sanjiang rubbed his eyes while wondering:

"Strange, where did this wind come from?"

Mountain great-grandfather couldn't hold back anymore and shouted: "Then I'll go jump in the river now, and you can fish me out tonight!"

"Talk nonsense! When you were alive, you didn't consider your children, and when you're dead, you still want to make them feel guilty for a lifetime!"

Mountain great-grandfather was so angry that he sat down on a stool by the wall. His slightly red eyes were now even redder, but this time it wasn't because of the alcohol.

Li Sanjiang smacked his lips and took a beautiful puff of smoke: Finally won the argument, comfortable.

However, he didn't dare to continue irritating Mountain cannon and was also worried that Mountain cannon would truly explode.

"Li great-grandfather!"

Lin Shuyou came back with a large pile of gifts, followed by Tan Wenbin, who was carrying eight packs of cigarettes in his left hand and five bottles of wine in his right.

Li Sanjiang said disapprovingly to Lin Shuyou: "Why buy all this? Is your family very rich?"

Lin Shuyou: "Not very rich."

"If you don't have money, why are you so generous..."

"There's a temple at home."

"Temple?"

"And temple property, land, mountains, and incense."

"Then you should indeed be generous."

Li Sanjiang looked at Tan Wenbin again, pointing at the cigarettes and wine he was carrying: "Zhuangzhuang, what kind of crazy thing are you doing now?"

Tan Wenbin laughed: "It's all from my grandparents' and maternal grandparents' homes. Other people sent them, and they asked me to bring them to you, just as a casual visit."

"Then I should also think about what to give as a return gift."

"You pick some vegetables, and I'll send them over. They all eat light."

"Nonsense, your grandparents and maternal grandparents live in Shigan, not Xianggang!"

Even if they lived in town, they could still see the fields with a glance out the window.

"Oh dear, we're family, why split things so clearly? If we really want to calculate, I haven't given Xiaoyuan ge his tuition yet. That's provincial champion's tuition, how much money should I give?"

"You were a study companion. By rights, you should be given work money."

Tan Wenbin: "..."

Dinner was still very rich, mainly because Runsheng and Tan Wenbin were there, plus Lin Shuyou, who was a practitioner with a large appetite. Basically, no dishes were left from lunch.

During the afternoon chat, Cui Guiying casually asked about Yinmeng's cooking skills. Yinmeng replied: passable.

Although Cui Guiying had seen and known Yinmeng before, after all, they hadn't had much contact and exchange. So at dinner time, Cui Guiying originally wanted to call Yinmeng over to help.

Yinmeng awkwardly stood still.

Tan Wenbin and Runsheng were so scared that they quickly waved their hands. The two of them went into the kitchen together to help cook without hesitation.

Cui Guiying still wondered, didn't that girl say her cooking skills were passable?

Tan Wenbin, who was helping chop vegetables, could only nod vigorously: "Her hand is injured, she can't touch water, but her art is indeed great!"

After finishing dinner, Cui Guiying and Li Weihan returned home first.

Runsheng moved the TV to the dam and sat with Tan Wenbin, doing paper work and watching TV.

Lin Shuyou wanted to blend in and also started learning to do paper work. He was quite talented and picked it up very quickly.

Yinmeng went back to the field by herself to practice.

Not only Li Zhuoyuan was recalling.

After Li Zhuoyuan finished bathing, when he passed the second-floor balcony, he saw only Runsheng and Lin Shuyou sitting in front of the TV downstairs. Tan Wenbin was squatting on the edge of the dam, smoking.

Binbin's frequency of smoking was terribly high.

If he wasn't mistaken, besides visiting his grandparents and maternal grandparents in the afternoon, Tan Wenbin must have also gone to sweep Zheng Haiyang's grave.

The wine he brought back was an odd number.

Life was always good at playing tricks on people. Such a social person, who was now afraid to open his heart to others, was afraid that others would become Zheng Haiyang and also afraid that he would become Zheng Haiyang to others.

Li Zhuoyuan didn't go downstairs to comfort Binbin, because Binbin only needed to digest it alone and didn't need extra comfort.

Moreover, even if he truly needed it, it wouldn't be from himself.

Aunt Zhang's figure appeared opposite the rice field. From a distance, he saw her make a pinching throat action, and then, a simple mountain song began:

"Bin Hou ah, your mom Zhou Yun Hou called you~~~"

"Puchi..."

Tan Wenbin, who was just feeling melancholy, was immediately amused and laughed.

He probably guessed that Aunt Zhang didn't transmit the wrong message. It must have been his mom Zheng Fang's deliberate action.

It was estimated that on the other end of the phone, Zhou Yunyun was blushing in front of her mom again.

Zhou Yunyun had missed too many lessons because of her hospitalization, so she didn't come back home this time. But since it was school holidays, according to her pro-mom's habit, she should call Zhou Yunyun to her home for the festival.

Tan Wenbin stood up and shouted to Lin Shuyou: "Ayou, come with me to answer the phone."

"Oh, okay."

Tan Wenbin took Lin Shuyou to answer the phone.

"Xiaoyuan ah." Li Sanjiang's voice came.

"Great-grandfather."

Li Sanjiang laughed and sat down on his rattan chair.

"Great-grandfather, it's cold. Sitting here in the wind is easy to catch a cold."

"Don't be afraid. Although your great-grandfather is old, it's really not easy to get a headache or fever."

In his lifetime, even when he was in the national army before, several times when he came down from the battlefield, he wasn't even scratched by shells.

There was only one period when his body wasn't good and he bled heavily, which was when Li Zhuoyuan had just arrived. During that period, he not only dreamed of running with zombies at night but also had injuries all over his body when he woke up.

However, Li Sanjiang never thought that had anything to do with Xiaoyuan, even if it did, it was still no relation.

"Xiaoyuan Hou ah, are you living well at university?"

"Good, everything is good."

"Do you have enough money?"

"Enough. Most students are not as rich as me, don't wear as well as me, and don't eat as well as me."

"Heh heh." Li Sanjiang nodded with satisfaction, "That's right. We're not some rich family, but it doesn't matter. We're willing to spend money."

Li Zhuoyuan laughed along.

"Come, let Great-grandfather have a good look again."

Li Sanjiang gestured for Li Zhuoyuan to come closer. He reached out, grabbed his great-grandson's arm, pinched it, and then patted it with his palm.

"Our Xiaoyuan Hou has really grown up, hehe, he has the feeling of a great figure."

"I'm a child, I'll definitely grow taller every day."

"It's not just getting taller." Li Sanjiang pointed to his eyes, "My great-grandfather's eyes are just like a ruler, do you believe it?"

"Believe."

"Tsk, look, my great-grandson, he just looks like someone who wants to do something big. When he really grows up, he'll definitely be extraordinary. Okay, go back to sleep. You must be tired from rushing today."

"Great-grandfather, you should also go back inside and rest early. Don't stand in the wind anymore."

"Got it, got it."

Li Zhuoyuan returned to his room, got on the bed, folded the quilt nicely, covered himself, and slowly lay down.

Not long after closing his eyes, a gust of yin wind blew up in the tightly closed room, making his hair move.

Li Zhuoyuan this time endured it without moving, and didn't rush to open his eyes.

After a while, when he could smell the moist breath at the tip of his nose and even heard the sound of water droplets falling by his side, the teenager slowly opened his eyes.

She was just above him, sticking to the bed board.

A set of black tight qipao, a pair of bright red high heels, and long, wet, and slippery hair hanging down.

The image he saw after falling into the water on the ship that day seemed to be the beginning of a new life.

And at this moment, she appeared in front of him again.

Little Yellow Oriole's upper body slowly lowered.

Her hair tips gradually touched Li Zhuoyuan's chest, neck, chin, and side face.

As she continued to lower, her hair also gradually spread out.

This long hair was like a piece of black cloth, wrapping both their heads inside. The two of them were face to face within this black cloth.

She really wasn't beautiful; her makeup was too thick.

But she was truly very good-looking, whether alive or after death.

"Although I might anger it, I can still help you liberate."

Little Yellow Oriole was controlled by the one under the peach tree, but to what extent was hard to say. But currently, the reason why Little Yellow Oriole could continue to exist and not dissipate after seeking revenge was indeed influenced by 'it'.

Little Yellow Oriole shook her head.

She refused the help from the teenager.

Li Zhuoyuan understood. All this was Little Yellow Oriole's own choice. 'It' was not really making things difficult for her.

Perhaps, in Little Yellow Oriole's view, being born as a human was nothing to miss, not as good as continuing to exist like this.

Perhaps, because of its existence, it helped Little Yellow Oriole offset the pain of becoming a dead soul. When it was suppressed and dissipated, Little Yellow Oriole would also dissolve.

Little Yellow Oriole's forehead continued to lower. Finally, it touched Li Zhuoyuan's forehead.

Li Zhuoyuan closed his eyes and began to enter the yin realm.

"Little Yellow Oriole! Little Yellow Oriole!"

"Quickly look, Little Yellow Oriole!"

Li Zhuoyuan found himself in a dream. This was Big Beard's mother's funeral.

Little Yellow Oriole picked up the microphone and was about to sing.

Next to him were the excited Stone, Huzi, Panshi, and Leizi, children and adults, all warmly applauding together.

Little Yellow Oriole fully displayed herself and began her performance:

"Even if there are a thousand songs tomorrow, they will float to my road afar; even if there are a thousand evening stars tomorrow, they will shine brighter than tonight's moon."

The singing voice was still the taste from his memory. Although only a little over a year had passed, it already had the yellow mark of time.

Just then, a man's voice came from behind Li Zhuoyuan:

"You are walking Jiang..."

It was it,

The one under the peach tree forest. He found himself through Little Yellow Oriole.

"Yes, I am walking Jiang."

"Have you learned that black-skinned book I gave you..."

"Learned it."

"Help me kill someone when you are walking Jiang..."

"Kill who?"

"Wei Zhengdao."

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Monthly ticket task completed, adding one more chapter.

Mainly, my update is ten thousand characters a day, I don't have any drafts, I code everything on the spot, and I basically spend the whole day coding, so it's very difficult to quickly write an extra chapter. However, everyone, don't worry, tomorrow I will try my best to write more and include the extra chapter in the character count of the next chapter!

It's the last day of the month, and the monthly tickets will be cleared. Everyone who has monthly tickets, please throw them to Dragon!

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