Chapter 132

Chapter 129Wei Zhengdao?

"Is he still alive?"

If Wei Zhengdao is still alive, Li Zhuoyuan will be quite disappointed.

Because everyone he has seen who has surpassed the limits of human lifespan has, without exception, become neither human nor ghost.

That one in Wanjiang Underground Palace, Yuxuzi of Zhengmen Village, and even "it" who is speaking with him now—they are all like this.

The young man has read Wei Zhengdao’s books and likes the style between his lines.

He is a very arrogant guy, a person who is not bound by rules and likes to wildly test the boundaries of taboos.

Li Zhuoyuan won’t admit he worships him, but he cannot deny that he truly appreciates him.

He is willing to painstakingly dig up his story, explore the footprints he left behind, and uncover his life story.

But the young man does not want to see him still alive, humbly lingering, dirty and twisted.

He should die, a normal death. Only a normally dead Wei Zhengdao is perfect.

This feeling is just like the attitude of the three disciples, Xue, Zheng, and Zeng, towards their master Yuxuzi. The Yuxuzi who sacrificed himself to seal the demonic entity is the only master they recognize and admire in their hearts.

It: "I don't know..."

"You don't know if he's still alive, yet you're telling me to kill him?"

"I am not the me that is still alive..."

"But you are alive doesn't mean he is still alive."

"What if..."

"Don't you think your 'what if' sounds very ridiculous?"

"You've indeed grown up to dare to speak to me like this..."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Is it because of walking Jiang that gave you confidence, or those broken tablets from the two families..."

It knows the Qin and Liu families.

It and the Qin and Liu families are not from the same era.

But ever since it broke its sleep because of the water monkey incident, opened its eyes, turned its body, and indirectly became the guardian 'earth deity' here, making other evil things dare not approach or even be born,

Then it was impossible for it not to perceive the people of the Qin and Liu families living in the same village as itself.

Thinking about it, Grandma Liu should also know of its existence.

One is self-sealed, waiting for time to completely wear away, and one is hiding in the world, praying for some fortune to cure her granddaughter's illness.

There is indeed no reason or necessity for conflict between the two sides.

There is no need for any exchange; sensing each other's existence is enough, and there is no need to take the next step.

Moreover,

It really doesn't want to cause trouble.

Not that it doesn't dare, but that it is lazy.

Those nearly twenty water monkeys, it said their skin peeled off and it peeled off. Even if it had just raised its head and looked at it again, both itself and Runsheng would have become white boiled shrimp on a plate.

So when Li Zhuoyuan came back, he was willing to go to the big beard's house dam to set up a sacrifice for it.

Before Li Zhuoyuan could answer, it spoke again:

"If I wasn't ridiculous, how could I have been deceived by him..."

"I'm just a ridiculous fool..."

"A hopeless fool..."

Li Zhuoyuan: "Do I need to try to comfort you a little?"

"You can try..."

"Thank you for bringing peace to this area."

"Thank me for wiping your butt..."

"Consider it that."

Because of the little yellow warbler incident, he saw another side of the world. Then he found those books in his great-grandfather's basement and formally entered the door.

Li Zhuoyuan once studied this theory of accumulating dirty things.

Wanting to end walking Jiang still requires relighting the lamp and admitting defeat. Grandma Liu’s special method of hiding still requires being constantly careful to avoid being stained by cause and effect. At that time, he was reading books and researching, while also influenced by his great-grandfather's fortune, which attracted wave after wave of nearby dirty things.

During that time, he felt that Nantong was full of corpses and evil things everywhere, and he couldn't catch them in time.

So, it saying it was wiping his butt is indeed not wrong.

Because at that time, he didn't understand how to hide or the concept of cause and effect, just like a child holding a real gun.

"Help me kill Wei Zhengdao..."

"If he's still alive..."

"I said you are very similar to him, and you also learned his black-skinned book..."

"If he's still alive, the Jiang water will push him and you closer to each other..."

"It's precisely because I am still alive that I don't want him to be still alive..."

"I hate him..."

"But I don't want him to live as ugly as I do..."

Hearing this, Li Zhuoyuan suddenly understood the other party's intention.

Because its intention, to a certain extent, is the same as his own.

It hates Wei Zhengdao, but it doesn't want the Wei Zhengdao it hates to become decadent and dirty.

Li Zhuoyuan only sighed in his heart: Wei Zhengdao's personal charm is indeed strong.

Even someone who has persistently hated him for nearly a thousand years still hopes his image can be complete and flawless.

"If I encounter him, I will kill him, but not to help you, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Thank you..."

Li Zhuoyuan turned around and looked behind him.

A man stood there, but his face kept changing.

At first, it was the uncles and aunts in the village, then it was crazy, laughing, cold, foolish...

It chose to suppress itself under the peach blossom forest, knowing it was a disaster. Perhaps many times, it would forget who it was.

But it still remembers Wei Zhengdao.

"As thanks, I can become one of the many waves before you, the Dragon King..."

"Can the waves still be arranged like this?"

When asking this question, Li Zhuoyuan already had the answer in his heart.

It should... be able to be arranged like this.

He goes ahead, seeking the waves, solving the corpses and evil things ahead—isn't that also a way to take advantage of the rules?

The heavenly way is emotionless because it only needs one result.

If you have the ability to screw up this great evil thing to death, even if you persuade it to willingly commit suicide, that is also because your eloquence is good, it is your ability.

If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can persuade the ghost king to turn back and gather under his banner, that is also the great divine power of Buddhism.

Yinmeng’s cooking can even make evil things explode from eating.

Thinking can actually be open, open, and open again.

The one under the peach blossom forest, it truly has the qualification to become a wave, moreover, it is a big wave in the later stage. After stepping over it, becoming the Dragon King is really not far.

Using his 'question setter' thinking, it means that he only needs to finish all the questions in front, and then there will only be one big question with reserved points behind.

Li Zhuoyuan suddenly realized that he had once again stripped another layer of mystery from 'walking Jiang', making it more boring.

It: "What he was most skilled at initially was stripping the strange Jiang water and mysterious heavenly way to be utterly meaningless..."

Li Zhuoyuan: "..."

The man began to retreat backward, his body shape leaving the crowd, walking down the dam.

Li Zhuoyuan chased out and stopped at the edge of the dam, watching the man walk step by step towards the pond in this dream. In reality, this is already a peach blossom forest.

As the man’s body shape was submerged in the pond, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Li Zhuoyuan.

At this moment, its face became its original appearance.

Hair white at the temples, both vicissitudes and youthfulness, very much in line with the aesthetic of men in that era, very gentle, very free and easy, very romantic.

Only its gaze seemed extra deep, still carrying some doubt:

"Besides the one I gave you, have you read Wei Zhengdao's other books..."

Li Zhuoyuan: "If I have the opportunity, I really want to read more of Wei Zhengdao's books."

"His books are all written on Buddha skin paper, which is human skin. Do you know why..."

"Why?"

It stretched out a hand, pinched the flesh on the side of its face, and gently pulled it outwards.

"Slap!"

Its face skin broke, revealing the skin of a woman's face underneath. The woman's face skin was still wriggling, seeming impatiently wanting to break out.

It was indifferent because it was already accustomed to it.

"He suspected that infinite blasphemy against the heavenly way would eventually incur the heavenly way's true disgust..."

"Then what?"

"Be careful that the heavenly way will personally peel the human skin off your body..."

It sank into the pond.

This dream also began to turn dark, which is a sign of its end.

The villagers who were watching the white matter band perform around, including Panzi and Leizi, also stopped cheering and jumping. The sound system began to lower its volume, and the little yellow warbler also stopped singing and dancing, putting down the microphone in her hand.

This dream performance came to a close.

Li Zhuoyuan turned and walked back, pushing through the crowd and standing back in the innermost spot.

The sky was getting darker and darker.

Everyone's faces were gradually hidden.

The little yellow warbler reached out to Li Zhuoyuan, wanting to touch this exquisite boy who was obviously different from the other children in the village, just like that afternoon more than a year ago.

Her hand rested on the boy's face.

"Still want to keep singing?"

The little yellow warbler hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please help me take care of my great-grandfather."

Li Zhuoyuan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Slap!"

In an instant, the sky brightened again.

In the dream, everyone's faces became clear again, the cheering voices gradually rose from low to high, and the environment that should have returned to quiet returned to noise.

"Keep playing music, keep dancing."

...

There are no absolutely cost-free gains in this world. The money great-grandfather gave the little yellow warbler was obviously far from enough to pay for the little yellow warbler's contribution here.

So last night, Li Zhuoyuan made up for this share of the money.

This also caused his spirit to be somewhat depleted because he maintained the state of walking Yin.

He woke up late in the morning, and his head was still a bit dizzy.

But even so, lying in bed, the first thing he did after waking up and opening his eyes was to turn his head to look at the bedside, desk, by the door, and chair.

The objects were all there, but the girl was not.

Fortunately, although things had changed, the person hadn't, and the girl hadn't flown too far.

He got out of bed, washed up, and Li Zhuoyuan came downstairs.

Lin Shuyou bought quite a few drinks as gifts yesterday. Since they were his own things, he simply opened a box, took out a bottle, and drank a whole can before breakfast.

The sugar intake made the young man's head feel more comfortable.

"Little Yuan Hou, you're awake! Come, eat breakfast."

"Grandma, where are great-grandfather and them?"

"There's a factory boss on the east side whose dad passed away. They're preparing for a big event and need tables, chairs, bowls, chopsticks, etc. Everything in the house needs to go. Your great-grandfather just took Runsheng Hou, Zhuangzhuang, and that classmate to deliver the goods."

"Oh, I see."

Great-grandfather's happiest thing is probably taking the mule from home to deliver goods.

Before it was one, then two, and now three. This makes great-grandfather feel a sense of accomplishment like a landlord reassembling his family property.

Breakfast was porridge and pickled vegetables. Cui Guiying peeled two salted eggs for Li Zhuoyuan.

"Little Yuan Hou, your great-grandfather and them are probably not coming back for dinner tonight. Go to grandpa and grandma's house for dinner, okay?"

"Okay."

"Hmm, that's good, that's good. Drink your porridge quickly, don't let it get cold."

Just as he was eating, Yinmeng came back.

"Good morning, little Yuan brother."

Cui Guiying heard this way of addressing him and just smiled, thinking it was a playful way of addressing each other among young people. She turned and went into the kitchen to tidy up.

Li Zhuoyuan asked: "Where did you go for a stroll?"

"Just walked around casually, breathed some fresh air, and by the way, caught some snakes, insects, rats, and ants."

Yinmeng lifted a fertilizer bag, but luckily she knew Little Yuan was eating breakfast, so she didn't open it.

"Not bad taste."

"There are quite a few snakes in Nantong, very easy to catch. Mostly water snakes, their toxicity is not as strong as those in my old home mountains."

"Do you want to go home?"

"Not really, there are no relatives in my home."

"Not entirely none."

That Yin Changsheng is likely still alive, but he shouldn't be in an immortal state.

Or rather, in the view of the ancients, that state was no different from becoming immortal.

That kind of setting of immortal floating with immortal qi is itself a result of generations of artistic processing.

"My ancestral land, to be honest, I actually quite want to go and see it. At least I can go there and pay respects to my grandfather."

Even if Yinmeng wanted to go home to pay respects to her ancestors now, she couldn't find their graves.

"You will go, and it won't be long."

Li Zhuoyuan finished breakfast.

Yinmeng stood up wanting to help tidy up, but Li Zhuoyuan picked up the bowl and chopsticks first and walked towards the kitchen.

In the afternoon, Tan Wenbin called from Aunt Zhang's small store. Yinmeng went to answer.

After receiving the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks, the factory boss still wanted to invite Li Sanjiang to have a meal, estimated to be busy until night before going back.

Tan Wenbin asked if Li Zhuoyuan was coming, to have some fun together.

Li Zhuoyuan refused, and Yinmeng also didn't go.

In the afternoon, Li Zhuoyuan just sat on the wicker chair on the second floor balcony, enjoying the breeze and the scenery.

Yinmeng then went back to her old profession. The wood had already been prepared. She began to make a coffin according to the drawings.

Although with the promotion of cremation, coffin shops have gradually become a sunset industry, at least now, as long as you make them, and as long as the price is right, you really don't have to worry about selling them in the village.

Old people have a deep obsession with this. Some people even after being cremated want their ashes box to be buried in a coffin.

Shitou Huzi and them knew Yuanzi brother was back, so they came over to visit in groups. They even brought some of their own snacks and stickers as small gifts. They weren't valuable, but they didn't come empty-handed and brought out the best and newest things they could.

Before, they were truly poor.

Not because of their family situation being so bad, but because their four uncles and aunts all put their children with Li Weihan and Cui Guiying, just afraid of being taken advantage of. They gave very little to the children, and pocket money was only available during the New Year.

Now that grandpa and grandma are working for Li Sanjiang, and the house is not running a school, on the contrary, these younger siblings have become a bit more financially comfortable.

At least they have the time and energy to pester their dads and moms.

Li Zhuoyuan accepted their gifts, and then, just like before, he led them to Aunt Zhang's small store.

Shitou Huzi and the others cheered with raised hands, constantly shouting to friends and companions to show off.

"Hey, this is my Yuanzi brother."

"My Yuanzi brother is back!"

"Yuanzi brother is taking us to Aunt Zhang's to buy things, hehe!"

They had anticipated this scene when they came.

Kids, they always have an unusually good feeling and expectation towards people who are willing and able to spend money on them. Well, adults are actually the same.

Before, everyone just ate at grandpa and grandma's house, just to fill their stomachs. The arrival of Yuanzi brother from Beijing truly added a beautiful memory for them.

Moreover, Yuanzi brother is very generous. Grandma would secretly stuff him with pocket money, but Yuanzi brother would always take everyone to spend the money he received.

Actually, it wasn't much money. Even if Li Lan regularly sent money, Cui Guiying couldn't give the child too much.

However, all beautiful things in childhood are amplified. They will chant about it repeatedly after they grow up because... growing up is sometimes really quite meaningless.

Seeing Li Zhuoyuan bring the Li family brothers and sisters over, Aunt Zhang also smiled.

Li Zhuoyuan let the brothers and sisters choose things themselves, and he would settle the bill.

There weren't many valuable things sold in the small store, and these younger brothers and sisters also had a sense of proportion and wouldn't take too much.

Boys generally chose a kind of instant noodles with Water Margin cards inside. They could collect the cards or take them to play card games.

Girls weren't interested in this, but under the boys' persuasion and trading, they also chose that kind of instant noodles and gave the cards to their brothers.

This bag of instant noodles was really not cheap for children. After taking this, even if Li Zhuoyuan proactively let them choose something else, they didn't reach out.

Finally, Li Zhuoyuan asked Aunt Zhang to pack some snacks and hair clips and butterfly knots that girls like into a bag and let them take them to divide among themselves, which led to another round of cheers from everyone.

After settling the bill, Shitou Huzi and the others impatiently opened the bag, took out the cards inside, compared which Water Margin heroes they had chosen, and immediately ran to shout to other companions in the village. They gathered in groups of three or five and started playing cards.

First, stick the card to the wall and let it fly and fall. The one that flies the farthest can be picked up. To hit other cards, as long as you hit and flip it, that card belongs to you.

Whoever has the most cards is the 'rich man' in the village and is the object of admiration for the children.

Some children had already lost and could only stand silently by, opening the seasoning packet, pouring it into the instant noodle bag, shaking it vigorously, and then chewing it dry while watching other children continue to play.

Shitou even took out his own stock and said he could lend it to Yuanzi brother so that Yuanzi brother could also participate.

Li Zhuoyuan refused.

Although he was not much older than them, his basic skills in cultivating breath and internal energy were already considerable, and he was also skilled in controlling his strength. If he participated in this game, he would quickly 'get rich'.

Aunt Zhang leaned her two elbows on the counter, watching the children in the corner playing vigorously, and couldn't help but laugh and say:

"I really don't know what's so fun about this kind of game."

Li Zhuoyuan showed a shy smile towards Aunt Zhang and didn't answer.

The fun might not be the cards, but the feeling of a group of little companions gathering together and focusing on doing one thing.

The latter is irreplaceable. As for the former, even if it wasn't this kind of Water Margin card...

Li Zhuoyuan's gaze swept towards the cigarette cabinet behind Aunt Zhang. Even if the Water Margin cards were changed to cigarette packs, the children could still play happily.

After leaving Aunt Zhang's small store and returning to great-grandfather's house, he found that Cui Cui had come.

She brought her homework and wanted to ask questions.

Cui Cui's grades are very good. Li Zhuoyuan knew this was just an excuse for her to come over and play with him.

After he taught her a couple of questions, Cui Cui began to do her homework. Li Zhuoyuan sat on a stool, gazed at the distant scenery, carefully experienced, carefully felt, and tried to remember.

Some time ago, when he attended Professor Zhu's political science class at the university, Professor Zhu cited the example of Jiangsu organizing the masses to dig rivers for decades to elaborate on a theory.

Li Zhuoyuan had personally experienced this example.

Later, he asked students from other provinces in the class. Similar folk large-scale projects like this had been carried out across the country.

One student from Inner Mongolia said that from childhood to adulthood, he would follow his parents to press grass and fix sand.

Students who didn't live in or near the desert didn't understand what this meant. The Inner Mongolia student tried hard to describe it but couldn't explain it clearly. Finally, Professor Zhu himself carefully explained the principle to everyone.

The old professor had a very rich knowledge base, and he didn't mind his political science class going off-topic.

This class benefited Li Zhuoyuan greatly. Of course, the benefit wasn't in desert governance.

His emotional state is similar to a desert, and the biggest problem or the most direct problem of a desert is not the lack of water, but the inability to store water or fix the sand.

This is like every time he finishes manipulating corpses and evil things, their extreme emotional consciousness enters his heart. He can only experience and feel them like watching fireworks, and then... it ends.

Because he can't keep them.

To first fix the sand so that it doesn't move over a large area and bury things, then select specific grasses and trees to plant as the initial foundation, and then slowly proceed step by step, can the desert finally be transformed into an oasis.

His old home, this village, the rice fields in the village, and the people in the village are the dry grasses he uses to fix the sand.

A Li, his great-grandfather, is the first seed planted in this circle of sand. Then he successively planted Runsheng, Binbin, Mengmeng, and the others, one by one.

He originally didn't understand the principle of fixing sand because he hadn't learned it, but in the process of practical exploration, he actually did it this way. Now that he knows the principle, things are much clearer.

With them by his side, this barren desert of his will also gradually change into an oasis in the future.

Li Lan also has a desert, but her method is as naive as a layman's. She hopes to directly plant a tree called 'son' and hope it can thrive in the desert and provide shade for her.

So, she is truly a stupid mother.

Li Zhuoyuan raised both hands and pressed them on his temples, chanting in his heart:

"Can't think like that, can't think like that, thinking like that is easy to get sick."

Alas,

Li Lan is really a stumbling block on the road to his recovery.

Cui Cui wrote homework for a while, then raised her head to look at Li Zhuoyuan sitting beside her.

The boy is looking at the scenery, and at the same time, the boy is also a scenery in the eyes of others.

After finishing her homework, Cui Cui still talked to Li Zhuoyuan about school matters for a while. You could tell that she was trying her best to make the things she thought were interesting sound as interesting as possible.

She also told Li Zhuoyuan that the main family who asked her grandma to write couplets this morning specifically rode their bike to thank them and said that their relatives in the village wanted to order another batch.

Because the batch of couplets they took here earlier, when they were burned together with the paper box and paper figures during the sacrifice, as soon as the couplets caught fire, they made a 'crackling' sound, and then green smoke rose!

Relatives and friends all praised that his filial piety had moved the passed-away ancestors, and the ancestors would bless his family with safety.

After hearing this, Li Zhuoyuan was slightly surprised and then relieved.

He hadn't thought that the couplets he wrote could have this effect, but it was also very normal for them to have this effect.

Cui Cui went home.

For dinner, Li Zhuoyuan took Yinmeng to eat at grandpa and grandma's house.

The four uncles and aunts also all came. Grandma Cui Guiying arranged two tables of dishes.

The two of them took advantage of Li Sanjiang not being at home to secretly have this reunion meal. If Li Sanjiang were here, they would definitely be scolded badly.

But sometimes parents are just like this, one is willing to hit, the other is willing to suffer, and both sides seem to take it for granted.

Li Weihan had some wine, his eyes red, and said to Li Zhuoyuan:

"Little Yuan Hou, your grandpa and grandma didn't help you with anything, but you must be filial to your great-grandfather when you grow up. Your great-grandfather is really good to you."

Li Weihan said that Li Sanjiang would proactively urge people to settle the final payment and urge them to speed up the paper tying at home. He, who had stopped working on the front lines earlier, also started tying paper again these days.

Because he needed to earn money to give to his great-grandson who was currently in university, so that the boy wouldn't be looked down upon by his classmates because he had no pocket money.

Actually, he didn't need to earn this money, because Li Lan would send living expenses every month.

However, Li Sanjiang didn't allow Li Weihan to send this money to Li Zhuoyuan, saying that the boy didn't want her himself, so the boy just shouldn't use her money, so that later when the boy sees her, he won't have the confidence to not give her a good face.

After the meal, Li Zhuoyuan refused Li Weihan's offer to see him off. Grandpa had drunk too much.

Yinmeng held a flashlight, and Li Zhuoyuan walked home together under the moonlight.

After returning home, it wasn't long before great-grandfather and Zhuangzhuang came back.

Today's vegetarian event was very lively. The factory boss was willing to spend money, and great-grandfather opened the altar and set up the ritual, performing vigorously once to transcend the boss's dad.

Lin Shuyou also enthusiastically participated, performing as an official general head.

However, knowing that he had a bad temper after opening his face, they didn't let him open his face, but found a mask for him to wear.

Local people had never seen an official general head, and his performance attracted everyone to surround him and watch. Coupled with Lin Shuyou's excellent skills, his divine form and physical form were both present, and he also performed many difficult actions.

Cooperating with great-grandfather's altar and ritual, it was considered an exchange performance of folk customs from two places.

The factory boss was very happy and stuffed another extra red envelope before leaving.

Great-grandfather and Lin Shuyou divided it. Lin Shuyou initially didn't want it, but great-grandfather hit him with chestnuts several times, saying he wasn't the only one being given, and he should take what he should.

Before going to bed, Li Zhuoyuan went into great-grandfather's room and chatted with him for a while.

Li Sanjiang actually didn't have much to talk about, but he was unwilling to give up this time together, so he simply told Li Zhuoyuan stories.

He told the story of being a corpse mover in Shanghai again, saying that one night, he originally thought he was carrying a dead person, but who knew he still had breath and blood was still flowing. It was like being shot, and it seemed there were people chasing him from behind. He carried this person out for five or six li in one breath...

Next, there was the sound of snoring.

Great-grandfather told the story and ended up coaxing himself to sleep.

He must have drunk a lot of wine sitting at the vegetarian banquet during the day.

Li Zhuoyuan first helped great-grandfather clean the drink can he used as an ashtray once. After putting it back on the bedside table, he covered great-grandfather with the quilt.

Before leaving, he looked at the tiles on the floor of great-grandfather's room, and his mind involuntarily recalled the matter of great-grandfather drawing a fortune-turning array for him here initially.

Great-grandfather's fortune-turning array was different every time he drew it.

Li Zhuoyuan bit his lip, a smile appearing on his face.

He tried to make a laughing sound but still didn't succeed.

The boy wasn't discouraged. He felt that perhaps this was enough, a simple smile in his heart.

It seemed normal people wouldn't suddenly recall something interesting and just laugh out loud.

Leaving great-grandfather's room and preparing to go back to his own room, a slow Yin wind attacked.

Only this time, the Yin wind was a bit too weak.

Li Zhuoyuan looked down. Outside the dam, the little yellow warbler was standing there.

Originally, Li Zhuoyuan felt that the little yellow warbler probably didn't want to sing tonight and just came to say good night to him.

But looking closely, he found the little yellow warbler's body shape was constantly tilting forward towards the dam and then retreating, then tilting forward again, and then retreating.

This indicated that she still wanted to come and sing tonight.

The reason she didn't come up directly like last night was because there was an official general head sleeping on the first floor this time.

When she came yesterday, she also chose the two time segments when Lin Shuyou was not around.

Li Zhuoyuan rubbed his forehead and sighed.

He had only rested for a whole day, and his head had just recovered.

The little yellow warbler seemed to have discovered Li Zhuoyuan. She raised her head and looked at the boy standing on the second floor. At the same time, her body accelerated its forward tilt and backward swing, as if urging, and also as if begging.

Li Zhuoyuan really couldn't refuse.

Last night was considered making up for the previous work money. Tonight would be considered an advance on future work money.

He was returning to school after tomorrow, so he probably needed to continue setting up a stage for the little yellow warbler to sing tomorrow night.

Headache is headache. Having the little yellow warbler in this home is like a protective immortal in Northeast China.

Moreover, he wasn't without seeking help before. The last time he even used someone as a telephone pole to apologize to A Li.

Li Zhuoyuan went downstairs. Grandpa Dashan had already gone home. In the corner of the first floor were placed three coffins, one each for Runsheng, Binbin, and Lin Shuyou.

No wonder Yinmeng was so anxious to make a new coffin today and wasn't in a hurry to paint it after it was done. It turned out that after seeing Runsheng and Tan Wenbin having coffins last night, Lin Shuyou also wanted one.

This guy, when he doesn't open his face, that kind of shy and pestering behavior is something normal people really can't stand.

The three of them followed Li Sanjiang out for a day in the field and were all tired. At this moment, they were comparing who snored louder, especially because they were all lying in coffins, the snoring was amplified, like playing a symphony with three large sound systems.

When Li Zhuoyuan passed the first floor, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin's snoring was softer. The two should have been alert even in their dreams, but they quickly heard whose footsteps it was, and their snoring resumed its intensity.

However, Lin Shuyou's snoring did not change at all.

Li Zhuoyuan walked down to the bottom of the dam and stretched out his hand.

The little yellow warbler stopped swinging and stood there, looking at the boy.

Li Zhuoyuan understood her meaning and turned around.

Very quickly, a pair of ice-cold hands rested on his shoulders.

Li Zhuoyuan took a step forward, and she followed.

It felt like being back at the beginning, the difference being that there was no great-grandfather leading the way, and he didn't need to hold an incense burner in his hand.

Moreover, he could now easily bear this kind of ice-cold feeling.

The road on the dam was also easier to walk than last time. It was no longer uneven and one foot deep, one foot shallow along the riverbank. As Li Zhuoyuan walked ahead, he could perceive the little yellow warbler following him and twisting.

She is beautiful, and she is also truly showy.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with showing off one's charm and charisma, but the current trend is just gradually opening up, but it hasn't reached that extent. If the little yellow warbler were born ten or twenty years later, she might still be considered conservative.

When they entered the first floor, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin were snoring as usual. As long as it was Li Zhuoyuan's footsteps and no calls for help or other movements, it wouldn't trigger their sensitive nerves.

But one person sat up in his coffin in his dream.

He opened his eyes, both with vertical pupils.

It was the White Crane Child!

Perhaps it was because Lin Shuyou, although not formally possessed today, had done a whole set of warm-up actions repeatedly, which stimulated him while he was sleeping and inexplicably led to a successful possession.

No wonder Lin Shuyou was considered a genius in the line of official general heads in the old temple.

Behind, the little yellow warbler tightened her grip on Li Zhuoyuan's shoulders.

Her body was also trembling, displaying the 'flower branch' dance of a corpse.

The one under the peach blossom forest dared not look.

But the little yellow warbler was obviously not on this list. The child felt that he was doing well again.

Li Zhuoyuan looked at the child and formed the words with his mouth:

"Sleep."

The child in his coffin wanted to stand up.

Li Zhuoyuan's gaze narrowed, carrying a clear warning.

Originally, helping to upgrade and reform the official general head system was just a casual matter and not the main goal, especially after he had already doubled the times he possessed Lin Shuyou, and the child showed a soft stance again, Li Zhuoyuan also had no motivation to continue targeting him.

But if you don't listen and insist on doing it, then I just have to concentrate on studying it.

The child stood up halfway and then sat back down. Then, he lay back down.

He was truly afraid.

In the past, even if he encountered other Jiang walkers, even if he faced the Dragon King, to be honest, as a Yin god, he had nothing to be afraid of. At worst, the child would be killed, the temple destroyed, and Their merit progress would be affected.

But this one in front of him is truly capable of turning Their entire series of Yin gods, from being worshipped gods high above, into mules and horses in the hands of children.

This is truly harder to accept than killing them.

The little yellow warbler seemed happy. Not only did she stop trembling, but she also twisted a little.

Perhaps it was truly because the one under the peach blossom forest helped her share the pain. Her temper was really very much like when she was alive.

Li Zhuoyuan took two bottles of drinks from the living room, then took her upstairs, passing by great-grandfather's room door, and led her into his own room.

When they reached the edge of the bed, the little yellow warbler let go of the boy's hand and lay on the bed herself.

She lay very neatly, with her hands folded on her chest, her face pale as if powdered thickly, her lips red and bright, seeping into people.

If she changed this overly showy black tight cheongsam into a more solemn outfit, then this bed of his would be a standard corpse stopping position.

Li Zhuoyuan stood at the edge of the bed, watching the water droplets continuously dripping from the corner of the bed.

He pointed at the board above the bed, hinting that she could go up there.

If she made the entire bed so wet and slippery, he really couldn't sleep.

The little yellow warbler closed her eyes and didn't move.

Li Zhuoyuan nodded, simply pulled out the chair behind the desk, placed it at the edge of the bed, sat on the chair, leaned back, and then.

"Slap!"

He snapped his fingers.

Based on the principle of helping people to the end and sending Buddha to the west, this is a new dream.

A wide stage, a huge banner, and below, like a hall, sat well-dressed audience.

Behind, there were also accompanying dancers appearing, and expensive sound equipment was also turned on.

Li Zhuoyuan moved the place where his parents took him to watch the unit's party evening program when he was a child into his memory and placed it here.

No way, his memory is good, so he can restore all the furnishings and layout.

And he has already mastered the skills in Wei Zhengdao's black-skinned book.

So now, it's equivalent to Li Zhuoyuan changing the little yellow warbler's memory.

Only this time, not to manipulate her.

Because there's no need to manipulate her to do anything he wants her to do. She has no defenses against him.

If Wei Zhengdao knew that he took out his self-created ultimate skill and used it like this, even if he really died, he might be so angry that he would kick open his coffin board, turn into a zombie, and fight him to the death.

However,

With his character, it's really hard to say.

It's also possible that after turning into a zombie, he would proactively come over and listen to this concert with him, and it's even hard to say if he would proactively go on stage and duet with the little yellow warbler.

This time, the little yellow warbler stood on the stage, facing the microphone stand.

In the dream, she had completely recovered her appearance from when she was alive.

She began to cry, constantly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand.

She might not have wiped tears like this before, just wiping with the back of her hand or fingers directly, but now that this is a big stage after all, she began to become reserved.

She began to sing, her body also swaying with the rhythm.

The dance movements were not that big, she began to restrain herself, and her singing voice also began to pay attention to the tune. Sometimes, when she knew she couldn't reach a note and was about to break her voice, she even knew to point the microphone towards the audience below.

She was a little unaccustomed to this stage, but she enjoyed it very much.

Li Zhuoyuan just sat below, his head lowered.

He suddenly realized he had overlooked one thing, which was that the picture in his memory was copied too precisely.

So at this moment, sitting on his right side was Li Lan.

Li Zhuoyuan didn't want to see her. He waved his hand, and the seat next to him was empty.

As for the left side,

Li Zhuoyuan turned his head and looked over. Sitting there was a refined and handsome man. He was clapping towards the performance on stage.

This is his dad.

He was always so warm and kind, without the slightest fault of a child from a large family compound, treating people warmly like jade.

It was precisely because of these qualities of his that Li Lan chose him.

Of course, it was also because he pursued Li Lan crazily.

But Li Zhuoyuan was very clear that before he pursued, Li Lan had already targeted him.

He understood himself too well and Li Lan too well. It was really simple to make an outsider like him.

In interpersonal communication, most of the time, the two of them, mother and son, were actually equivalent to taking an open-book exam, and one with the answers.

Li Zhuoyuan looked at his dad for a moment longer. He was still very young at this time. Li Lan's illness had not completely worsened yet, at least she could still pull the human skin on her face live.

According to the timeline of watching this performance, in another year and a half, Li Lan would be completely unable to pretend.

Then this man would be tormented beyond recognition, with a scruffy beard, red eyes, and a muddled spirit. This was his normal state for a long time afterward.

He loved Li Lan too much, and Li Lan knew too well how to hurt him.

Top-level cold violence in an ordinary family is simply too low-level to be worth mentioning in his home.

So, Li Zhuoyuan had no resentment at all towards his dad divorcing and joining a geological survey team, and not contacting him since then.

Fortunately, his father still inherited a bit of the stubbornness of the North grandfather. If he were a normal man, he wouldn't be able to bear this kind of spiritual torment and blow.

At this time, the little yellow warbler finished a song.

The man stood up and cheered and applauded, leading a group of people nearby to stand up and throw flowers and salute the performer on the stage with enthusiasm.

He was truly like a small sun, blooming with soft white light on his body.

And just like that day in his memory, he still lowered his head and looked at him.

"Little Yuan, is it good to listen?"

"Hmm, it's good to listen."

In his memory, next, he would imitate his dad's appearance, stand up, cheer, and shout well.

While Li Lan, who was sitting next to him, would then stare at him with a doubtful and obscure gaze.

It's quite good now, with one less disappointed gaze.

Li Zhuoyuan stood up, and together with the man, applauded the little yellow warbler on the stage.

The little yellow warbler bowed to thank them. The applause rose and fell, and she bowed several times in each direction below.

"Next, I will bring you a song... 'Unforgettable Tonight'."

Everyone continued to applaud enthusiastically. This time, Li Zhuoyuan also applauded much more enthusiastically.

Since it was already 'Unforgettable Tonight', the little yellow warbler planned to end early this time.

Then he could get a good night's sleep.

As the music started, the venue fell silent. Li Zhuoyuan sat back down.

"Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight, no matter how far apart, China's ten thousand li embrace each other..."

Facts proved that Li Zhuoyuan was thinking too much.

The little yellow warbler sang this song, not to imply that the evening could end, but because these were probably the only songs she was most skilled at.

After 'Unforgettable Tonight' ended, the little yellow warbler continued to perform programs. Besides singing, she also had solo dances.

One program followed another, never seeming to tire, and never seeing the end. It seemed she wanted to fill all the regrets of her life on this stage tonight.

Li Zhuoyuan sat below, his hand supporting his forehead, his head lowered:

"Ah, headache..."

...

In the morning, everyone was eating breakfast on the dam.

Everyone else was there, except for Li Zhuoyuan, who hadn't come down.

Li Sanjiang blamed himself and said: "Ah, I shouldn't have talked to Little Yuan Hou for so long last night. I didn't know when I fell asleep myself."

Tan Wenbin laughed and said: "It must be that the bed at home is too comfortable and fragrant, so Little Yuan is sleeping in."

Li Sanjiang heard this and also laughed: "That's right, sleeping at home is definitely the most comfortable."

After coaxing Grandpa Li, Tan Wenbin quickly finished the porridge in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, and walked upstairs.

Would Little Yuan brother sleep in?

He knows how strong Little Yuan brother's work and rest habits are. Even if he goes to bed at five in the morning, as soon as the sky in the east turns slightly white, Little Yuan brother will say get up and just get up.

After two consecutive days of getting up late and not having breakfast with everyone, Tan Wenbin was really worried that something had happened to Little Yuan brother.

Just as he reached Little Yuan brother's room door, he saw Little Yuan brother push open the door and walk out.

"Little Yuan brother, are you alright?"

"I'm alright." Li Zhuoyuan felt his head buzzing and numb.

He hadn't overdrawn himself this severely in his recent fights with evil things.

"Little Yuan brother, do you want to rest for a while?"

"No need."

"Then Grandpa Li will take us to catch crabs later. Little Yuan brother, are you going?"

"Going."

Although he didn't want to move too much now, considering he was returning to school tomorrow, he was unwilling to give up this time spent with his great-grandfather.

He washed up and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Li Zhuoyuan deliberately asked Tan Wenbin to help him bring several bottles of drinks to drink on the way.

These were not Dazha crabs, but their heads were not small either.

Moreover, the method of catching them was also very simple. Along the ditch, just look for the crab holes everywhere and dig.

These crabs were not purely wild and also had owners, but Li Sanjiang had already greeted them in advance.

Among relatives in the village, it is not strange to exchange a bucket of crabs during the season. If you want to sell them, it is not that convenient.

Li Sanjiang first demonstrated, and then it was the children's turn.

Li Zhuoyuan just stood next to Li Sanjiang and watched, occasionally clapping.

Runsheng was the most efficient at catching crabs. It seemed that he had not targeted fewer flying birds and swimming fish when he followed Grandpa Dashan to break for food before.

Yinmeng and Tan Wenbin were also good at digging, and their respective buckets were not empty.

Lin Shuyou was the least efficient. His agile skills did not play much of a role at this time. On the contrary, he was bitten by crabs several times, his eyes widening in pain, almost getting possessed.

Li Sanjiang watched from the side and couldn't bear it: "Why don't you quit? Wait until they're steamed, you can specialize in eating them. You're already getting crossed eyes from the pain."

After catching the crabs, Li Sanjiang took everyone to a villager's fish pond to catch fish.

The main family smiled and watched from the side. When Li Sanjiang talked about the money, the other side hurriedly waved their hands and said no, saying that Uncle Sanjiang was hitting his own face!

Li Sanjiang just politely declined and didn't actually take out the money.

Living in the same village, everyone has a scale in their hearts. Human relationships come and go, and it's not always necessary to use cash.

Since it was not the time to drain the water and collect the fish, the main family originally wanted to spread the net themselves and go down in rain pants to help drive the fish, but they were refused by Li Sanjiang.

He patted Runsheng: "Runsheng Hou, go!"

Runsheng took off his clothes and shoes, dived into the fish pond, and quickly surfaced again, grabbing a large and fat fish in each hand.

"Grandpa Li, is that enough?"

"Enough, enough. Just drink fish soup. Who told you to grab them so quickly."

The children are all back. He wants to bring the children to do some entertainment activities. Who knew Runsheng would catch crabs fast and fish fast? Is it possible to close shop and go home so early?

However, while Runsheng was getting dressed, Li Sanjiang curiously gathered in front and carefully looked at the round marks on Runsheng's body.

"Runsheng, are you cupping?"

"Ah, to get rid of dampness."

"Then you should have said earlier. It hasn't been long since you finished cupping, so it's not good to go into cold water. It's easy to get cold."

"It's okay, Grandpa Li."

Runsheng's body was once nailed with sixteen coffin nails. After removing them, the wounds had actually healed, but the round marks would not disappear temporarily.

With these air vents, Runsheng could not only go down to the fish pond to catch fish, but even if he was asked to build a house in the river, he could handle it.

Next, Li Sanjiang took everyone to another family's house to catch chickens.

Li Sanjiang doesn't raise poultry at home. He dislikes the smell and has no one to manage them. Anyway, he has a money-making business. When he wants to eat, he can just buy them directly. These things in the village are not expensive either.

Runsheng again proactively stepped forward, but was pushed back by Li Sanjiang, forbidding the big mule from interfering.

Li Sanjiang: "Cross-eyes, go catch the chicken."

Lin Shuyou was still observing who was being called 'cross-eyes'.

When he found everyone was looking at him, he realized that 'cross-eyes' was unexpectedly himself.

These chickens are semi-free-range in a large fence. They run fast and also peck people. Ordinary people are really not good at catching them.

However, Lin Shuyou this time matched his skills. He just saw that before the main family opened the fence and gave him a net bag, he flew in with a leap and under an arrow-like assault, he grabbed the necks of the startled chickens with both hands.

Very quickly, he grabbed two chickens and came back.

Li Sanjiang looked at the sun and then at the two chickens, only able to helplessly nod his head.

He didn't have any activities. There were only so many mouths at home. He couldn't possibly run to someone's house now and buy a pig to kill as a New Year pig, could he?

Moreover, he vaguely discovered that these children seemed to have grown and changed a lot after returning from Jinling.

If they were really asked to kill a pig, it wouldn't seem to be much trouble.

After bringing back the harvest, everyone participated in the food processing stage, helping to light fires and cook, except for Yinmeng.

Even Li Zhuoyuan picked up a brush and sat by the wellhead to brush the mud off the crabs.

The large dishes were successively served, and everyone began to eat heartily.

One by one, they ate until they were full. Even Runsheng patted his belly, indicating he couldn't eat anymore.

In the afternoon, everyone gathered and sat on the dam, digesting and chatting.

Because Li Sanjiang was familiar with everyone else, he specifically found Lin Shuyou to talk to, and Lin Shuyou began to introduce the stories of his hometown.

The warm sun, gentle breeze, coupled with lazy people and a little guy constantly talking 'ba ba', this mood, this scene, is indeed comfortable.

A passing villager brought news that a curtain was being set up in the town square and they were going to show a movie in the evening.

Everyone had eaten too much at noon and had no appetite for dinner, so they all carried stools early and ran to occupy positions.

Li Sanjiang chatted with the surrounding villagers, constantly saying: "Isn't this my Little Yuan Hou who has come back."

There were quite a few small vendors. Yinmeng selected some hair ties, while Lin Shuyou bought a bubble solution and vigorously blew bubbles at the back of Tan Wenbin's head, wetting the back of his head.

In the middle, Li Zhuoyuan, under the pretext of going to the toilet, went to the small vendor to buy two bubble solutions and carefully selected several small ornaments.

A Li lacks nothing. With Grandma Liu's habit of smashing a valuable official kiln when she gets angry, sending something precious is meaningless.

So this time, the gift sent is not precious, but a memory.

Li Zhuoyuan remembered that when he and A Li came to watch movies before, A Li sat next to him and liked to play by blowing bubbles.

After watching the movie, everyone walked home along the road, scattered, with no one talking. Li Sanjiang, who was walking at the very front, his cigarette butt in his mouth alternately brightened and extinguished.

There were no places to eat supper in the village or town. After returning home, Li Sanjiang took out the gifts Lin Shuyou bought and divided them among everyone to eat and fill their stomachs.

In the evening, Li Zhuoyuan wanted to chat with Li Sanjiang again and listen to stories, but Li Sanjiang refused: "Little Yuan Hou, go to bed early. You still have to get up early to go back to school tomorrow."

By midnight, Li Zhuoyuan heard the sound of wind again.

He walked out of his room and came to the balcony. Below the dam, the little yellow warbler appeared there again.

Under the night curtain, her long hair hung down wet and slippery, and her black cheongsam made the red high heels on her feet seem extra strange.

However, just as Li Zhuoyuan planned to go down and bring her up, she only raised her head and looked at Li Zhuoyuan.

Then, her arms hung lightly by her sides, she turned around, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the past two evenings, in her memory, she had already enjoyed herself.

So tonight, she specifically came to say goodbye to Li Zhuoyuan.

Tomorrow, after Li Zhuoyuan and the others leave, Xiao Yingying will handle the matters at home and return to Li Sanjiang's home to continue working.

Li Zhuoyuan raised his head and looked at the incomplete moon in the sky, then went back to his room to rest.

The next morning, everyone had breakfast and said goodbye.

Li Weihan stuffed peanuts, crispy cakes, sausages, and other things into the car.

Cui Guiying then packed the various pickled vegetables and sauces from home into net bags and handed them over.

Li Sanjiang gave everyone a red envelope. Lin Shuyou's was the thickest, double that of the others, because it was his first time coming home.

Perhaps it was already paved the way yesterday, or in the eyes of old people, children going to school is just a normal thing. There is some sadness at parting, but it is far from being exaggeratedly enthusiastic.

The three old people stood at the edge of the village road and waved at them. After the small pickup drove far away, they lowered their hands, but they didn't leave until the small pickup completely disappeared from their line of sight. Only then did Li Sanjiang pat his pant legs and say:

"The fine sparrow at home has flown away again."

...

Compared to the old people's carefree and open-mindedness, the atmosphere in the returning pickup truck seemed a bit heavy and dull.

They were about to leave the protection area of the peach blossom forest.

Wanting to laugh wantonly and sleep soundly had all become a luxury.

Although their previous life wasn't that tense and suppressive, everyone spent most of their time living normal lives. But even if it was just lacking that little bit of peace and having that little bit more of a danger factor, their mindset was completely different.

Li Zhuoyuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head, opened the rear car window, and looked at Runsheng and the others sitting in the back.

"Calculate the time, calculate the stage, it's time for the next wave. The relaxed and stable time is over. Everyone remember to switch your physical and psychological state.

Cheer up and be alert.

You can lose because of insufficient strength, you can be defeated because of flawed plans, but you absolutely cannot die by being stupid.

Gentlemen,

We can calmly face all outcomes, except regret."

Tan Wenbin, Runsheng, Yinmeng: "Understood!"

Lin Shuyou: "Got it!"

Tan Wenbin, who was driving, looked in the rearview mirror, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Before, Little Yuan brother wouldn't say these words solemnly. He would use very simple language or even just a look to warn you.

Those words just now were obviously not Little Yuan brother's style. Little Yuan brother showed a patience exceeding the past.

It seems that for Little Yuan brother, going home is the same as seeing A Li, both of which can play the effect of increasing human connection.

Since that's the case, as the one shouting from the boat, he naturally needs to be more enthusiastic and bold!

Come on, burn with passion.

Tan Wenbin reached out and pushed the tape in, pressed the play button, and Fei Xiang's voice came out from inside:

"You are like a fire in winter, the blazing flame warms my heart. Every time you quietly walk towards me..."

Li Zhuoyuan: "So, next..."

Damn it!

Tan Wenbin was so scared that he quickly turned down the volume.

Then he turned his head and whistled out the car window, as if he wasn't the one who interrupted the Dragon King speaking just now by playing the music.

"So, next, don't deliberately avoid daily interactions. Make choices according to your original heart:

Will you deal with this kind of person? Will you do these things?

You have to learn to walk one step and look three steps, look at yourself as a point, and draw everyone and everything involved with you into a line.

Any drop of Jiang water that splashes out first is before the wave comes.

I have shortcomings in this area, so I'm making it hard for everyone."

Tan Wenbin, Runsheng, Yinmeng: "Understood!"

Lin Shuyou: "Got it!"

Lin Shuyou: "..."

After Li Zhuoyuan finished speaking, he proactively turned up the volume to the highest:

"You are like a fire, the blazing flame warms me!"

...

After returning to school, life returned to its original track.

Runsheng sells goods in the store. When he encounters his old schoolmate Hua Hou, he also speaks a few sentences in Nantong dialect with him.

Yinmeng still goes shopping with Zheng Jiayi. The two of them have similar styles and habits, preferring to just browse and not buy.

However, the two of them occasionally go to the antique street to look around. Yinmeng needs to understand and become familiar with the market.

Her ancestral land is vast, but that was two thousand years ago. If it weren't for Little Yuan, she wouldn't be able to send her grandfather into the ancestral grave.

So her understanding of antiques and ancient objects is not much different from ordinary people. Looking and learning more can also make it convenient to pick up leaks when she goes out next time, sell them to raise some money, and buy a large bus?

When they come back like this, Little Yuan brother can bring A Li and sit in the back row without being affected.

Yinmeng felt that this plan was very good. As a member of the team, this is not always about flattering, but about showing off one's own spirit.

Tan Wenbin attends classes, goes home, and audits, running back and forth between several places. Fortunately, the pickup doesn't need to be restocked every day, so he can drive the small pickup out. Otherwise, the taxi fare alone would be heartbreaking.

Lin Shuyou's activity track almost overlaps with Tan Wenbin's. The only non-overlapping area is when Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yunyun are alone, he will cleverly disappear.

Li Zhuoyuan continues his 'school-wide elective' attendance mode, continuing to dig for excellent teachers.

Sometimes, when Tan Wenbin has no class, he will also follow Little Yuan brother's schedule to audit some of those teachers' classes. Don't say, the teachers certified by Little Yuan brother, no matter if he understands the things outside the system that they talk about, he really feels that these teachers have something.

Tan Wenbin felt that if the principal were to evaluate excellent teachers at the end of the school year, he should really take a look at Little Yuan brother's schedule. There would definitely be no favoritism.

This morning's three or four sections of class, Li Zhuoyuan chose Professor Zhu's political science class.

There is a very obvious phenomenon in the class, which is that Professor Zhu really used his solid theory and the ability of theoretical guidance to reality to gradually change the teaching atmosphere of this class.

Many students are really listening and starting to think.

There are much fewer Yin and Yang strange voices in the class, and occasionally there are shocking words from 'awakeners' and 'independent thinkers'...

The harvest is no longer everyone joining in the noise, but dissatisfaction with their disrespect for the teacher and destroying the study atmosphere.

In the low tides of the era, there are always some people who silently become a light, persistently illuminating and influencing the people around them. Only time can prove whether they are correct.

When this class ended, everyone was still unsatisfied. Some students hoped that Professor Zhu would continue to lecture.

Professor Zhu: "Next time, classmates need to eat lunch, so they need to quickly go to the cafeteria."

The classmates laughed, packed up their things, and left the classroom.

Li Zhuoyuan was the last one to leave as usual. This time, Professor Zhu also walked towards him:

"Little Yuan, do you have anything planned for noon? Although this temporary invitation is abrupt, my wife wants to see you. She is very interested in young people like you who like to read ancient books."

"Thank you for the invitation, it's my honor."

Initially, Li Zhuoyuan didn't feel that this was anything worth recording, not to the extent of being greatly surprised, but when Professor Zhu said the next sentence:

"Ah, I should have invited you home earlier, but my wife recently had a strange illness, and she hasn't gotten better yet. I originally wanted to wait until she was better before inviting you, but now, I'm afraid she can't wait, alas."

The wave,

Came!

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