[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups":3,"chapter-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-865":6,"glossary-terms-282":24},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},231790,282,"Chapter 865 - 444","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-865",865,"\u003Cp>The Qingming Festival season, with fine rain like a gentle touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain enveloping East City adds a touch of Jiangnan water town’s grace and melancholy to this bustling city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>West Mountain Cemetery, the largest graveyard in the city, is now steeped in this misty drizzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wet, slippery stone steps, flanked by pine trees, seem even more verdant and solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air is filled with the earthy scent mingled with the fresh aroma of vegetation and the burnt smell of incense candles and paper offerings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People holding various umbrellas gather in twos and threes, walking up the winding mountain path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their steps are light, conversations hushed, as if afraid to disturb the souls resting here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng holds a large black umbrella, walking between his mother Li Biyun and his grandfather Li Zhenhua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intentionally slowing his pace, he tilts the umbrella slightly towards his mother, enclosing her completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His other hand supports his grandfather’s arm to prevent the elderly man from accidentally slipping on the wet steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Biyun is dressed in a simple, elegant black dress today, her hair simply knotted at the back of her head, her expression somewhat somber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her, today is an unutterable ordeal every year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather Li Zhenhua carries a bamboo basket filled with offerings and incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly man, usually talkative, falls silent and follows his grandson Fang Cheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrinkles on his face appear deeper under the overcast sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steps leading to the grave area are long, and people come and go unceasingly, most of them like the family, solemn, holding umbrellas, walking silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raindrops diagonally hit the umbrella surface, making a soft rustling sound, conspicuous in this silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the three walk among rows of tombstones for a while, stopping in a relatively secluded corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tombstones here are much simpler than elsewhere, just plain stone slabs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years of wind and rain, some moss has grown on the corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the tombstone’s face, a somewhat faded black-and-white photo is embedded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the photo is handsome, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a faintly discernible smile at the corners of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze is bright and clean, exuding gentle determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking closely, one can see his facial contours bear a seventy percent resemblance to Fang Cheng, only his demeanor is more refined and reserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tombstone has a few lines of fiercely carved words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grave of the late Fang Shijie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faithful son Fang Cheng, wife Li Biyun, respectfully inscribed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No birth and death dates, no life experiences, only the simplest identity and name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire seventeen years ago seemed to turn everything to ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shijie, we’ve come to see you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Biyun gazes at the familiar name on the tombstone, her eyes suddenly turning red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She takes the basket from her grandfather, carefully placing offerings, fruits, snacks, and a small bottle of liquor before the tombstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng puts down the umbrella, takes out a clean cloth from the bottom of the basket, crouches down, thoroughly wiping every corner of the tombstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movements are gentle, concentrated, as if he is not cleaning a cold stone but brushing away the dust for his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhenhua lights three sticks of incense, handing them to his daughter and grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirals of smoke rise, drawing straight lines in the moist air before slowly dispersing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three stand solemnly in line, bowing deeply three times to the tombstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shijie, are you doing well over there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Biyun then crouches down, burning paper offerings while murmuring to her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone is good at home, don’t worry, Chengcheng is grown up now, very sensible and filial...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, Ding Jian arranged a new house for my dad, just in Wanghu Town, very close to here, I can often come to see you so you won’t be too lonely...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She speaks only a few words before involuntary sobs interrupt her, tears welling in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You always said, once the company is stable, you would take me to a scenic place to live, open a small restaurant where you cook, I handle accounts, and Chengcheng helps out when he’s free, living peacefully as a family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But now... Chengcheng has grown so much, yet you are not here...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Biyun sniffles, her voice suddenly trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They all say you are a murderer, but I know, you can’t see strangers unable to afford treatment without feeling soft-hearted, even giving money to help, how could you possibly kill?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shijie, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe a word...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these words, she can’t hold back anymore, tears bursting forth like a flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beads dropping off a string roll down her cheeks, falling into the flaring flames with a slight \"hiss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Cheng is about to stoop to comfort his mother’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhenhua raises a hand to stop him, gently shaking his head, softly saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let your mother cry for a bit, crying will make her feel better. All these years, she’s bottled up too much grievance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firelight reflects the tear stains on Li Biyun’s face, flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fragile shoulders tremble slightly, the entire figure immersed in endless sadness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his daughter overwhelmed with crying, the old man can’t help but sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raises a hand to wipe his eyes, looking toward the photo on the tombstone, his gaze turning distant, as if seeing back to years past through the cold stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still remember, the first time I met your dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back then, he just started dating your mom, came to our house for dinner, so nervous he didn’t know what to do with his hands, nearly spilled water holding a teacup.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",943,"2026-05-29T15:13:38.824Z","2026-06-01T04:29:35.325Z",1,"novelbin.me","257f9319b350c3ad762aeabe626f2b253e76dcb32a37b5004786bc9422117035","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-866","starting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-chapter-864",1278,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-to-gain-experience-from-push-ups-cover.jpg",{"terms":25},[]]