Chapter 2151: Bountiful Farm's Miraculous Daily Life 22

Late at night, the farm was utterly silent, and the wooden cottage's window glowed with a warm yellow light.

Lin Mian curled up alone in the armchair of the room, that story collection gifted by Keluoni spread open on his knees.

The book contains the earliest records of a wandering bard's travels across various lands.

It records the love stories between elves and humans, yet every tale ends in separation—whether due to a magical chasm, racial taboo, or even a misunderstanding that keeps them forever apart.

Having reached the final page, he still hadn't found a single story whose ending was "beautiful."

Even from the last page he learned the grim truth: even if they truly love each other, only the utmost elite human warriors can be accepted by the Elf God, allowed to love those blessed by the Elf God.

Lin Mian's fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the page, his mind filled with that gentle kiss from earlier evening.

Jin Chen's body heat, breath, and the lingering sweetness on his lips seemed to still burn his skin, yet the words on the page likewise made his throat tighten.

Lin Mian suddenly didn't want such a vivid imagination anymore.

This ought to have been a mysterious, perhaps even a privileged gift bestowed by his elf father, yet it instead made him unable to stop thinking of the worst possible plot.

Closing the story collection, Lin Mian covered his face; Tears fell unbidden onto the page, blooming into a small wet spot.

Creak—

The sound of the door being gently pushed open made Lin Mian stiffen abruptly.

He hastily wiped his face with his sleeve; the book slapped onto the floor with a bang, and he stared in bewilderment toward the doorway.

Jin Chen stood at the doorway, holding a cup of honey milk; his gaze shifted from Lin Mian's red-rimmed eyes to the open book on the floor, and he blinked in surprise.

Both were somewhat at a loss.

"I'm fine," Lin Mian said first, turning his head away somewhat flustered, haphazardly grabbing the book and hiding it behind him.

Jin Chen set down the milk, sat beside Lin Mian, and gently lifted his chin with a hand, making him meet his eyes.

"Alright, don't cry for now," Jin Chen said, wiping the corner of Lin Mian's eyes.

"Don't lie to me, Kunkun—what's wrong with you? What is that book?"

Lin Mian lifted his head to look at Jin Chen; from this angle he appeared unusually docile, seeing in those jade‑like eyes worry and tenderness.

Yet this tenderness now felt like a dull blade, dull‑aching his heart.

But tonight Jin Chen clearly wouldn't give him a chance to make excuses and brush it off.

Lin Mian lowered his gaze and whispered, "I read Keluoni's story collection; it's all about elves and humans forced apart. I can't help imagining—if one day we too must separate, what should I do? I don't want to endure that pain..."

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen felt a bit bewildered.

Meaning they haven't officially become a couple yet.

His wife already imagines the breakup scene.

"Besides… you are the Elf race's Divine Messenger, surely you have many duties and missions. If one day you must leave, I…"

Jin Chen's head buzzed as he pinched Lin Mian's mouth into a little beak, utterly serious.

"My duties and missions have never been a reason to part from you; no matter what the future holds, I will choose to stay with you."

Furthermore, what specific responsibilities does a Divine Messenger have?

He doesn't know either.

"Besides, what do you think I'm staying on the farm for? To help humans plant potatoes, or just to listen to the chicks chirp all day?"

Lin Mian was left dazed by the question, staring blankly at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen hummed while pushing him into his embrace, "You're going too far, Kunkun Lin—you don't even give me a chance to start, just jumping straight to imagining the ending."

After hearing Jin Chen's aggrieved humming, Lin Mian's dull ache gradually eased, and belatedly he felt a little… guilty.

Lin Mian buried his face in Jin Chen's chest, rubbing and sniffing, "Sorry."

"Give me the book."

Jin Chen flipped through the pages, scanning ten lines at a glance, and the more he looked, the heavier his heart felt.

No wonder his wife cried like that; this is practically the Elf‑world version of melodramatic, angsty literature.

"Who edited this lousy story?" Jin Chen complained.

Lin Mian furtively glanced up at the Divine Messenger and whispered, "It's an actual record of the Elf race."

Jin Chen choked.

He closed the book, trying to defend himself: "I'm not completely clueless; I just rarely go out."

Elf Divine Messengers usually reside on the Divine Tree to better communicate with the god.

Perhaps feeling his explanation was painfully weak, Jin Chen pressed Lin Mian and kissed him thoroughly, brushing the topic aside.

"You just said this book was given by Keluoni, right?"

Lin Mian, dazed from the kiss, nodded.

Jin Chen shoved the milk into Lin Mian's hands, stern‑faced, and walked out.

Lin Mian felt something was off, so he hurried after him.

——

Five minutes later, the farm bustled again.

The dreaming bard Keluoni was hoisted up by Jin Chen and beaten.

Keluoni was hung upside down by vines from a tree via Jin Chen, like a struggling bat, swaying while he wailed, "Divine Messenger! I'm innocent!"

"I only wanted to let your humans learn a bit of Elf history; who knew he'd think so much!"

Tala squatted nearby, gnawing watermelon, holding a fruit plate to watch the spectacle with interest: "Keluoni, that mouth of yours will surely get beaten sooner or later."

"Meow~~"

The black cat, tormented these days by harp music, responded in kind.

Lin Mian hurried over, seeing the scene he laughed and cried: "Jin Chen! Quickly let him down!"

"Hurry, let me down, your humans have spoken!" Keluoni kept swinging in the air.

Jin Chen snorted coldly in dissatisfaction and retracted the vines.

With a "thud", Keluoni fell onto the grass, covering his butt and gasping.

Lin Mian squatted down and asked him, "Keluoni, is that rule mentioned in the story... really true?"

Jin Chen lowered his head, flipped to the so-called rule, "Of course it's fake!"

"The elves have never had such a rule."

"How could there not be!" Keluoni rubbed his butt that was almost smashed into four pieces, jumped up, face full of indignation.

"In the third volume of the Elven Codex, 'Only human warriors who slay the abyssal beasts beneath the heavens may earn the right to love an elf' — the story is merely artistic embellishment, and that's not wrong!"

Tai La spat out watermelon seeds, coolly adding: "You haven't even touched the cover of the Codex, have you? The legend of the abyssal beasts has been lost for eight hundred years."

Then everyone's gaze once again turned uniformly toward Keluoni.

Lin Mian frowned, "You deceived me, this isn't a factual story?"

"... Hmph." Jin Chen.

Keluoni hadn't responded yet, Lin Mian heard Jin Chen's snort again, immediately feeling guilty, he hooked his finger and swayed it.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, gripping and pinching.

Under pressure, Keluoni shrank his neck and gave a dry laugh: "Ahaha... Actually that final rule was copied from a dwarven tavern song!"

He pulled out a wrinkled "Bard's Creation Guide" from his pocket, opened a page, which clearly read: "Dramatic technique: fabricate ancient rules to add pathos to love stories."

Everyone, plus the elves: "……"

Jin Chen's forehead veins bulged, the vines swooped up the guide and flung it into the fish pond.

"Who ordered you to do this, or are you just bored to death?" Jin Chen asked.

Keluoni tragically closed his eyes, turned and bowed 180 degrees toward Lin Mian, "Sorry!"

"It's the Council of Elders... They sensed the divine envoy taking a liking to humans, and are now racking their brains for a solution."

"So... you don't actually need any warrior qualification at all?" A myriad of emotions surged in Lin Mian's heart.

"Of course not." Jin Chen pulled Lin Mian closer, reached out to wipe the moisture from his eyelashes, "I love whom I love based solely on my own heart."

Keluoni hid behind Tai La, muttering softly: "But the Elven Codex does state that unions between elves and humans must go through the Council of Elders..."

"Smack!" Tai La slapped the watermelon rind onto his face: "Shut up."