Chapter 132

Wei Zhengdao?

"He... he isn't dead yet?"

If Wei Zhengdao were still alive, Li Li Zhuiyuan would feel quite disappointed.

Because those fellows he had seen who had obtained lifespans beyond the limits of humanity had, without exception, all become neither human nor ghost.

The one in the Wanjiang Underground Palace, Yu Yu Yu Xuzi of Zhengmen Village, and even "It" that was currently speaking to him—they were all like that.

The youth had read Wei Zhengdao's books and liked the style between his lines.

This was a very narcissistic fellow, someone who was not bound by rules and liked to walk and test the edges of taboos crazily.

Li Li Zhuiyuan would not admit that he worshipped him, but he could not deny that he admired him very much.

He was willing to dig into the stories that belonged to him step by step, to explore the footprints he had left behind, and to uncover his life story.

But the youth did not wish to see him still alive—living in a humble, cowardly, dirty, and twisted way.

He should have died; a normal death would have made him the perfect Wei Zhengdao.

This feeling was like the attitude the three disciples of the Xue, Zheng, and Zeng surnames had toward their master, Yu Yu Yu Xuzi, back then. That Yu Yu Yu Xuzi, who had sacrificed himself for righteousness to seal the demonic creature, was the only master they recognized and revered in their hearts.

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

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

"Aren't I still alive..."

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

"What if..."

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

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

"I'm just speaking the truth."

"Is it the confidence brought to you by the Jiang Shui Walking, or those broken spirit tablets of the two families..."

It knew of the Qin and Liu families.

It and the Qin and Liu families were not born in the same era.

But since it had broken its slumber due to the water monkey incident, opened its eyes, turned over, and indirectly become the "Earth Temple" guarding this place, making other evil spirits afraid to approach or even be born here,

then it could not have failed to sense the Qin and Liu family members living in the same village as it.

Come to think of it, Grandma Liu should also be aware of its existence.

It was just that one was self-sealing, waiting for time to wear itself away completely, while the other was living in seclusion, praying for a bit of good fortune to treat her granddaughter's illness.

Both sides truly had no reason or necessity to erupt into conflict.

There was not even a need to communicate; once they sensed each other and knew of the other's existence, there was no need for the next step.

Besides,

it really did not want to stir up trouble.

It wasn't that it didn't dare, but that it was lazy.

Those nearly twenty people from the water monkey incident—it skinned them as soon as it said it would. If it had looked up even once more back then, it and Lu Runsheng would likely have ended up as boiled shrimp on a dinner plate.

Therefore, when Li Li Zhuiyuan returned, he was willing to go to the dam at the bearded man's house and set up an offering for it.

Without waiting for Li Li Zhuiyuan to answer, it spoke again:

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

"I am just a ridiculous fool..."

"An incorrigible idiot..."

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you need me to try and comfort you?"

"You can try..."

"Thank you for bringing peace to this area."

"Thank you for cleaning up the mess I made for you..."

"I suppose so."

Because of the Xiao Huang Ying incident, he had seen the other side of this world, and then found those books in his great-grandfather's basement, officially entering the path.

Li Li Zhuiyuan had once studied this theory of filthy things gathering.

To end the Jiang Shui Walking still required lighting the lamp again to admit failure, and Grandma Liu's special method of seclusion required constant vigilance to avoid being tainted by karma. When he was reading and researching at the time, with his great-grandfather's good fortune influencing him, it caused filthy things nearby to come in wave after wave.

During that period, it felt like there were dead things everywhere from Nantong, evil spirits all over the ground; he couldn't fish them out fast enough.

So, it saying it was cleaning up his mess could not be considered wrong.

Because at that time, he didn't know how to hide and didn't know about karma; he was like a child holding a real gun.

"Help me kill Wei Zhengdao..."

"If he is still alive..."

"I said you are very much like him; you also learned his Black Skin Book..."

"If he is still alive, the river water will push him and you toward each other..."

"Precisely because I am still alive, I do not wish for him to be alive..."

"I hate him..."

"But I do not wish for him to live as uglily as I do..."

Hearing this, Li Li Zhuiyuan suddenly understood the other's intent.

Because its intent, to a certain extent, was shared with his own.

It hated Wei Zhengdao, but it did not wish for the Wei Zhengdao it hated to become degenerate and dirty.

Li Li Zhuiyuan could only sigh in his heart: Wei Zhengdao's personal charisma was indeed strong.

Even someone who had been obsessively hating him for nearly a thousand years wished for his image to remain complete and flawless.

"If I meet him, I will kill him, but not to help you; in fact, it will have nothing to do with you."

"Thank you..."

Li Li Zhuiyuan turned around and looked behind him.

A man was standing there, but his face was constantly changing its appearance.

At first, it was the uncles and aunts of the village, then it was manic, giggling, cold, and foolish...

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

Yet it still remembered Wei Zhengdao.

"As a token of gratitude, I can become one of the waves before you become the Long Wang..."

"Can waves be arranged like this?"

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

It should... be possible to arrange it this way.

Wasn't him seeking out the waves in advance to resolve the dead things and evil spirits early also a form of taking a shortcut under the rules?

The Heavenly Dao is ruthless because it only requires a result.

If you have the ability to get this great evil spirit killed, even if you do it by persuading it to commit suicide willingly, that is your eloquence and your ability.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva being able to persuade a Ghost King to turn back and recruit him under his command is also a great Buddhist supernatural power.

The dishes Yin Meng makes can make evil spirits find them delicious to the point of exploding.

The train of thought can actually be opened, opened, and opened again.

This one under the peach forest truly has the qualifications to become a wave, and a great wave at the later stage. After stepping over it, the distance to becoming the Long Wang will truly not be far.

Applying his own "question-setter" train of thought, it is equivalent to only needing him to solve all the previous questions, and then a bonus question is reserved at the end.

Li Li Zhuiyuan suddenly realized that he had once again stripped away a layer of mystery from "Jiang Shui Walking," making it become even more dull.

It: "What he was best at back then was stripping the eerie river water and the mysterious Heavenly Dao until they were very uninteresting..."

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "..."

The man began to retreat, his figure exiting the crowd and walking down the dam.

Li Li Zhuiyuan chased after him, stopping at the edge of the dam, watching the man walk step by step toward the pond in this dream. In reality, this place was already a peach forest.

When the man's figure submerged into the pond, it suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Li Li Zhuiyuan.

At this moment, its face became its original appearance.

With white hair at the temples, both weathered and young, it fit the aesthetics of men of that era very well—very gentle, very free and easy, and very romantic.

Only, its gaze appeared exceptionally deep, and it carried a hint of doubt:

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "If there is a chance, 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 reached out its hand, pinched the flesh on the side of its face, and pulled it outward gently.

"Snap!"

Its facial skin broke, and underneath appeared a woman's facial skin. The woman's facial skin was still wriggling, seemingly impatient to break out.

It didn't care, because it was already used to it.

"He suspected that infinite blasphemy against the Heavenly Dao would eventually invite the Heavenly Dao's true resentment..."

"And then?"

"Be careful that the Heavenly Dao peels the human skin off your body with its own hands..."

It sank into the pond.

This dream also began to darken; this was a sign that it was about to end.

The villagers watching the funeral troupe's performance, including Pan Zi and Lei Zi, were no longer cheering and jumping; the sound system began to lower its volume, and Xiao Huang Ying no longer danced or sang, putting down the microphone in her hand.

This performance in the dream was about to come to an end.

Li Li Zhuiyuan turned and walked back, pushing through the crowd, and stood back in the innermost part.

The sky was getting darker and darker.

Everyone's faces were gradually being submerged.

Xiao Huang Ying reached out her hand toward Li Li Zhuiyuan, wanting to touch this exquisite boy who was clearly different from the other children in the village, just like that afternoon over a year ago.

Her hand was placed on the youth's face.

"Do you still want to continue singing?"

Xiao Huang Ying hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

In an instant, the sky brightened again.

In the dream, everyone's faces became clear again, and the cheers gradually went from low to high; the environment that should have returned to tranquility returned to clamor.

"Continue the music, continue the dance."

There is no such thing in this world as taking advantage without paying a price. The wages great-grandfather gave Xiao Huang Ying were clearly far from enough to pay for Xiao Huang Ying's efforts here.

Therefore, last night, Li Li Zhuiyuan made up for this wage.

This also caused his mental exhaustion to be a bit high due to maintaining the Yin-walking state.

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

However, even so, lying on the bed, the first thing he did after waking up and opening his eyes was to turn his head to look at the side of the bed, the desk, the side of the door, and the chair.

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

Fortunately, although things had changed and people were gone, the girl hadn't flown far.

Getting out of bed and washing up, Li Li Zhuiyuan went downstairs.

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

The intake of sugar made the youth's brain feel a bit more comfortable.

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

"Grandma, where are Great-grandfather and the others?"

"There's a factory owner to the east whose father passed away. He's preparing to hold a big funeral, and he needs a lot of tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks, so he took everything from the house.

Your great-grandfather took Lu Runsheng Hou, Brother Zhuangzhuang, and that classmate to deliver the goods to them."

"Oh, I see."

The thing Great-grandfather enjoyed most was probably taking the mules from the house to deliver goods.

It used to be one, then two, and now three; this gave Great-grandfather a sense of achievement in playing the role of a landlord rebuilding his family fortune.

Breakfast was porridge and pickles, and Cui Guiying peeled two salted eggs for Li Li Zhuiyuan.

"Little Yuan Hou, I'm afraid your great-grandfather and the others won't be back for dinner tonight either. Go eat at Grandpa and Grandma's house for dinner, okay?"

"Okay."

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

Just as he was eating, Yin Meng returned.

"Good morning, Little Yuan Ge."

When Cui Guiying heard this form of address, she just smiled, thinking it was a joking way for young people to call each other, and turned to go to the kitchen to tidy up.

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

"Just took a walk, breathed some fresh air, and caught some snakes, insects, rats, and ants along the way."

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

"A nice hobby."

"There really are quite a lot of snakes in Nantong, and they're easy to catch, but they're mostly water snakes, and their toxicity isn't as strong as the ones in the mountains of my hometown."

"Do you want to go home?"

"Not really, I don't have any relatives left at home."

"It's not that you don't have any."

That Yin Changsheng was likely still alive, but he shouldn't be in a state of having attained immortality.

Or rather, from the perspective of the ancients, that state was no different from attaining immortality.

That kind of immortal setting with an ethereal air was formed only after generations of artistic processing.

"My ancestral land... to be honest, I actually really want to go see it, at least to be able to go there and pay respects to my grandfather."

Even if Yin Meng wanted to go home to pay respects to her ancestors now, she couldn't find the grave.

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan finished his breakfast.

Yin Meng got up to help tidy up, but Li Li Zhuiyuan picked up the bowls and chopsticks first and walked toward the kitchen.

In the afternoon, Tan Tan Wenbin called through Auntie Zhang Shen's small shop, and Yin Meng went to answer it.

After the factory owner received the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks, he also wanted to invite Li Sanjiang to sit for the funeral rites, so he figured he would be busy until nightfall before returning.

Tan Tan Wenbin asked if Li Li Zhuiyuan was coming to join in the fun.

Li Li Zhuiyuan refused, and Yin Meng didn't go either.

In the afternoon, Li Li Zhuiyuan sat on the rattan chair on the second-floor balcony, blowing in the wind and watching the scenery.

Yin Meng went back to her old trade; the boards were all prepared in advance, and according to the blueprints, she began to make a coffin.

Although with the promotion of cremation, the coffin shop was gradually becoming a sunset industry, at least for now, as long as you made them, you didn't have to worry about selling them in the village as long as the price was right.

The elderly had a deep obsession with this; some people, even after being cremated, wanted their ashes placed in a coffin for burial.

Shitou, Hu Zi, and the others knew that Yuanzi Ge had returned, so they came in a group to visit, and they also brought some of their own snacks and stickers as small gifts. They weren't worth much, but they didn't come empty-handed, and they had also brought the best and newest things they could get.

In the past, they were truly poor.

It wasn't because the family situation had reached such a state, but because the four uncles put all the children with Li Weihan and Cui Guiying, fearing they would be taken advantage of, so they rarely gave the children things, and pocket money was only given during the New Year.

Now that Grandpa and Grandma were helping out at Li Sanjiang's, the family school was no longer being run, which instead allowed these younger brothers to have a bit more leeway in their hands.

At least they had the time and energy to grind on their own parents.

Li Li Zhuiyuan accepted their gifts and then, just like before, led them to Auntie Zhang Shen's small shop.

Shitou, Hu Zi, and the others were so happy that they raised their hands and kept cheering, calling friends and companions along the way to show off.

"Look, this is my Yuanzi Ge."

"My Yuanzi Ge is back!"

"Yuanzi Ge is taking us to Auntie Zhang Shen's to buy things, humph humph!"

They had anticipated this scene when they came.

Children, after all, always have an unusual fondness and expectation for those who are willing and generous enough to spend money on them—well, adults are actually the same.

In the past, everyone just ate at Grandpa and Grandma's house to fill their stomachs, so Yuanzi Ge's arrival from the capital truly added a beautiful memory for them.

Moreover, Yuanzi Ge was very generous; Grandma would secretly slip him pocket money, but every time Yuanzi Ge got pocket money, he would take everyone to spend it together.

Actually, there really wasn't much money; even if Li Lan sent money regularly, Cui Guiying couldn't possibly give the children too much.

However, everything beautiful in childhood would be magnified, and when they grew up later, they would repeat it over and over, because... growing up is sometimes really quite boring.

Seeing Li Li Zhuiyuan bringing the Li family brothers and sisters, Auntie Zhang Shen also smiled.

Li Li Zhuiyuan let the brothers choose things themselves, and he would pay the bill.

In the small shop, there wasn't anything precious for sale, and these little brothers and sisters also had a sense of proportion and wouldn't take too much.

The boys generally chose a type of instant noodles that contained Water Margin cards, which could be collected or used to play card-flipping games.

The girls weren't interested in this, but under the persuasion and trading of the boys, they also chose that kind of instant noodles, handing the cards over to the brothers.

This bag of instant noodles really wasn't cheap for the children; after taking this, even if Li Li Zhuiyuan took the initiative to let them choose more, they wouldn't reach out anymore.

In the end, Li Li Zhuiyuan still had Auntie Zhang Shen pack some more snacks and hairpins and bows that the girls liked, letting them take them to share, which led to another round of cheers from the group.

After paying the bill, Shitou, Hu Zi, and the others couldn't wait to tear open the bags, take out the cards inside, compare which Water Margin hero they had chosen, and then immediately run to call other partners in the village, gathering in groups of three or five to play cards.

First, stick the card on the wall and let it fly down; the one that flies the farthest can pick it up and hit other cards. As long as you flip it over, that card belongs to you.

Whoever has the most cards is the "tycoon" of the village and the object of envy for the children.

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

Shitou even took out his own stock, saying he could lend it to Yuanzi Ge so that Yuanzi Ge could participate too.

Li Li Zhuiyuan refused.

Although he wasn't much older than them, he insisted on his basic breathing exercises, his internal strength was already quite significant, and he was also good at controlling his power. If he participated in this kind of game, he would soon be able to "get rich."

Auntie Zhang Shen rested her elbows on the counter, watching the children in the corner playing with great enthusiasm, and couldn't help but smile:

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan showed a shy smile toward Auntie Zhang Shen and didn't answer.

What's fun might not be the cards, but the feeling of a group of little partners gathering together to focus on doing one thing.

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan's gaze swept toward the cigarette cabinet behind Auntie Zhang Shen; even if the Water Margin cards were replaced with cigarette boxes, the children could still play very happily.

After leaving Auntie Zhang Shen's small shop and returning to Great-grandfather's house, he found that Cuicui had come.

She brought her homework, wanting to ask for advice on problems.

Cuicui's academic performance was very good; Li Li Zhuiyuan knew this was just an excuse for her to come over and play with him.

After he taught her two problems, Cuicui started doing her homework on her own. Li Li Zhuiyuan sat on the stool, looking at the scenery in the distance, savoring it carefully, feeling it carefully, and trying hard to remember it.

A while ago, when he was in Professor Zhu's political science class at the university, in order to expound on a theory, Professor Zhu gave the example of Jiangsu's decades of mobilizing the masses to dig rivers.

This example was something Li Li Zhuiyuan had experienced personally.

Later, he asked students from other provinces in the class, and similar folk mega-projects were carried out nationwide.

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

Students who hadn't lived near deserts or sandy areas didn't understand what this meant. The Inner Mongolian student described it hard, but couldn't explain it clearly. In the end, it was Professor Zhu himself who explained this principle to everyone carefully.

The old professor's knowledge was very rich, and he didn't mind his political science class going off-track.

This class benefited Li Li Zhuiyuan greatly; of course, the benefit wasn't in desert management.

His emotional state was similar to a desert, and the biggest problem of a desert or the most direct management problem wasn't the lack of water, but the inability to store water or fix sand.

This was like every time he finished controlling dead things and evil spirits, their extreme emotional consciousness entered his heart. He could only experience and feel it like watching fireworks, and when it ended... it ended.

Because he couldn't keep it.

One must first fix the sand so that it wouldn't move on a large scale and bury things, then choose specific grass seeds and tree seeds to plant as the initial foundation, and then walk slowly step by step to finally turn the desert into an oasis.

His hometown, this village, the rice fields in the village, and the people in the village were the hay he used to fix the sand.

A Li and Great-grandfather were the first seeds he planted in this circle of sand, and then he planted Lu Runsheng, Brother Binbin, and Mengmeng one by one.

He didn't understand the principle of fixing sand before because he hadn't learned it, but in practical exploration, he was actually doing exactly that. Now that he knew the principle, doing things became even clearer.

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

Li Lan also had a desert, but her approach was as naive as a layman's, hoping to directly plant a tree called "son" so that it could grow sturdily in the desert to provide her with shade and protection.

So, she really was a stupid mother.

Li Li Zhuiyuan raised both hands, pressing his temples, and thought in his heart:

Can't think like this, can't think like this; thinking like this makes it easy to get sick.

Sigh,

Li Lan was truly a stumbling block on the road to his recovery.

Cuicui would write for a while and then look up at Li Li Zhuiyuan sitting beside her.

The youth was looking at the scenery, and at the same time, the youth was also scenery in the eyes of others.

After Cuicui finished her homework, she talked to Li Li Zhuiyuan for a while about things at school. It could be heard that she was trying hard to make those things she felt were very interesting sound as interesting as possible.

She also told Li Li Zhuiyuan that the host family who had asked her grandmother to write the couplets this morning had specifically ridden over to thank them and brought relatives from the village to order another batch.

Because when the batch of couplets they got here earlier was burned as an offering together with the cardboard boxes and paper figures, as soon as the couplets caught fire, they made "crackle" sounds, and then even more blue smoke rose!

Friends and relatives all praised that his filial piety had moved the departed ancestors, and the ancestors would protect his family well and keep them safe.

After Li Li Zhuiyuan heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then felt relieved.

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

Cuicui went home.

For dinner, Li Li Zhuiyuan took Yin Meng to Grandpa and Grandma's house to eat.

The four uncles and aunts also came, and Grandma Cui Guiying prepared two tables of dishes.

The two of them were just taking advantage of Li Sanjiang not being at home to secretly have this reunion dinner; if Li Sanjiang were there, he would definitely be scolded to death.

But sometimes, parents are just like this—one is willing to hit and the other is willing to suffer; both the giver and the receiver seem to feel it is only natural.

Li Weihan drank a bit more alcohol, and with red eyes, said to Li Li Zhuiyuan:

"Little Yuan Hou, your grandfather and your grandmother haven't helped you with anything, but when you grow up in the future, you must be filial to your great-grandfather; your great-grandfather is truly good to you."

Li Weihan said that Li Sanjiang took the initiative to urge people to pay the final payment and was also urging the speed of paper-cutting at home. Having long since put down the work on the front line, he had also started doing paper-cutting again these days.

Because he had to send money to his great-grandson who was in college, and he couldn't let the child be looked down upon by classmates because he had no money in his pocket.

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

However, Li Sanjiang didn't allow Li Weihan to send this money to Li Li Zhuiyuan, saying that since the child was someone she didn't want herself, then the child shouldn't use her money, so as not to have no confidence if the child didn't want to give her a good look when he saw her later.

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

Yin Meng held a flashlight and walked home with Li Li Zhuiyuan under the moon.

After arriving home, it was quite a while later before Great-grandfather and Brother Zhuangzhuang and the others returned.

The funeral rites today were very lively; the factory owner was willing to spend money, and Great-grandfather opened the altar and performed the rites, performing fiercely to transcend the factory owner's own father.

Lin Lin Shu You also participated enthusiastically, performing a Guan Jiang Shou show.

However, knowing that his temper was bad after painting his face, they didn't let him paint his face, but found a mask for him to wear instead.

The locals hadn't seen Guan Jiang Shou before, so the performance attracted everyone to watch, and coupled with Lin Lin Shu You's good skills, he was both god-like and form-like, while also performing many high-difficulty movements.

Combined with Great-grandfather's altar-opening rites, it could be called a folk custom exchange performance between the two places.

The factory owner was very happy and stuffed an extra red envelope before leaving.

Great-grandfather and Lin Lin Shu You split it. Lin Lin Shu You didn't want it at first, but was hit with several "chestnuts" by Great-grandfather, who said it wasn't just for him, so he should take it if he should.

Before going to sleep, Li Li Zhuiyuan entered Great-grandfather's room and chatted with him for a while longer.

Li Sanjiang actually had nothing left to chat about, but he couldn't bear to part with this time together, so he simply started telling stories to Li Li Zhuiyuan.

He started telling stories about being a corpse-carrier in Shanghai back then, and as he spoke, he talked about one night when he originally thought he was carrying a dead person, only to find out he wasn't dead yet, still bleeding, as if he had been shot, and it seemed like someone was chasing him from behind, so he carried this person for five or six miles in one breath...

Next came the sound of snoring.

Great-grandfather told this story and lulled himself to sleep.

Sitting for the funeral rites and eating the banquet during the day, he must have drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

Li Li Zhuiyuan first helped Great-grandfather pour out and clean the drink can he used as an ashtray, put it back on the bedside table, and then tucked Great-grandfather in.

Before leaving, he glanced at the tiles on the floor of Great-grandfather's room, and his mind couldn't help but recall the time Great-grandfather drew a fortune-turning formation for him here.

Great-grandfather's fortune-turning formation was drawn differently every time.

Li Li Zhuiyuan bit his lip, and a smile appeared on his face.

He wanted to try hard to make a laughing sound, but still couldn't succeed.

The youth wasn't discouraged; he felt that perhaps at this moment, a simple knowing smile was enough.

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

Leaving Great-grandfather's room and preparing to return to his room, a gentle Yin wind blew.

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan looked down; outside the dam, Xiao Huang Ying was standing there.

Originally, Li Li Zhuiyuan felt that Xiao Huang Ying shouldn't want to sing tonight, but just came to say goodnight to him.

But looking closely, he found Xiao Huang Ying's figure constantly leaning forward and backward on the dam, then leaning forward again, and then backward.

This meant that she still wanted to come and perform tonight.

The reason she didn't come up and enter the house directly like last night was because there was a Guan Jiang Shou lying on the first floor.

When she came yesterday, she also chose the two time periods when Lin Lin Shu You wasn't there.

Li Li Zhuiyuan rubbed his temples and sighed.

He had rested for a whole day before his head recovered.

Xiao Huang Ying seemed to have discovered Li Li Zhuiyuan; she raised her head and looked at the youth standing on the second floor, while her body accelerated its forward leaning and backward swaying. It seemed like urging, and also like pleading.

Li Li Zhuiyuan really couldn't refuse.

Last night counted as compensation for the previous wages, so tonight had to count as an advance on future wages.

He was returning to school the day after tomorrow, so he would likely have to continue setting up the stage for Xiao Huang Ying tomorrow night.

Let it ache if it wants to ache; having Xiao Huang Ying in this house is like having a guardian spirit from the Northeast.

Moreover, it wasn't like he hadn't asked others for help before; last time he even used someone as a telephone pole to apologize to A Li.

Li Li Zhuiyuan went downstairs; Great-grandfather Shan had already gone home, and there were three coffins placed in the corner of the first floor—one each for Lu Runsheng, Brother Binbin, and Lin Lin Shu You.

No wonder Yin Meng was in a hurry to make a new coffin today, and didn't rush to paint it after it was done. It turned out that after seeing Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Wenbin had coffins last night, Lin Lin Shu You wanted one too.

This guy, when he hadn't painted his face, that shy and annoying persistence—normal people really couldn't stand it.

The three of them had accompanied Li Sanjiang out to catch the show for a day and were all tired. At this moment, they were competing to see whose snoring was louder, especially because they were all lying in coffins, the snoring was amplified, like three big speakers playing a symphony.

When Li Li Zhuiyuan passed the first floor, the snoring of Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Wenbin became a little smaller; the two of them should have become alert even in their sleep, but they soon recognized whose footsteps they were, and the snoring returned to its intensity.

In one by one...

This didn't count as a high-difficulty thing, because many students can quickly distinguish their father's tire sounds, engine sounds, footsteps, and key ring sounds.

However, Lin Lin Shu You's snoring didn't change at all.

Li Li Zhuiyuan walked to the bottom of the dam and reached out his hand.

Xiao Huang Ying stopped swaying and stood there, looking at the youth.

Li Li Zhuiyuan understood her meaning and turned around.

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan took a step forward, and she followed a step.

It seemed like they had returned to the beginning, the difference being that there was no Great-grandfather leading the way in front, and he didn't need to hold an incense burner in his hands anymore.

Moreover, he could now easily withstand this ice-cold feeling.

The road on the dam was also easier to walk than last time, no longer pitted and uneven by the river, one foot deep and one foot shallow. When Li Li Zhuiyuan walked in front, he could sense Xiao Huang Ying following and twisting on the side.

She loves beauty, and she is also truly flirtatious.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with showing off one's style and charm; it's just that although the current social atmosphere is gradually opening up, it hasn't reached that level yet. If Xiao Huang Ying had been born ten or twenty years later, she might have belonged to the more conservative category.

When entering the first floor, the snoring of Lu Runsheng and Tan Tan Wenbin remained the same; anyway, as long as it was Li Li Zhuiyuan's footsteps and there were no calls for help or other movements, it wouldn't trigger their sensitive nerves.

But one person sat up from the coffin in his sleep.

He opened his eyes, his pupils vertical.

It was the White Crane Master Master Tongzi!

It might be that although Lin Lin Shu You didn't formally go into a trance today, the whole set of warm-up actions was done over and over again, making him suddenly stimulated while sleeping, and he inexplicably succeeded in going into a trance.

It was no wonder Lin Lin Shu You would be regarded as a genius of the Guan Jiang Shou lineage in the hometown temple.

Behind him, the hands Xiao Huang Ying was gripping on Li Li Zhuiyuan's shoulders began to exert force.

Her body was also trembling, presenting the "flamboyance" belonging to a dead thing.

The one under the peach forest—the boy didn't dare to look.

But Xiao Huang Ying clearly didn't fall into this category; the boy felt that He could do it again.

Li Li Zhuiyuan looked at the boy and mouthed:

"Sleep."

The boy wanted to stand up from the coffin.

Li Li Zhuiyuan's gaze condensed, carrying a clear warning.

Originally, helping to upgrade and reform the Guan Jiang Shou system was just a matter of convenience rather than a main goal, especially since he had already doubled the number of times he helped Lin Lin Shu You go into a trance, and the boy had also shown a posture of yielding, so Li Li Zhuiyuan had no motive to continue targeting them.

But if you don't listen and insist on going against me, then I will have to focus and study it properly.

The boy stood up halfway, then sat back down, and then, He lay back down.

He was truly afraid.

If it were in the past, even if he encountered other Jiang Shui Walkers, or even faced the Long Wang, to be honest, as a Yin God, he had nothing to be afraid of; at worst, the spirit medium would be killed, the temple destroyed, and their progress in obtaining merit would be affected.

But the one before him truly had the ability to turn their Yin God lineage from gods worshipped high above into mules and horses in the hands of spirit mediums.

This was truly harder to accept than being suppressed and killed.

Xiao Huang Ying seemed happy; not only did she stop trembling, but she also started twisting a little bit again.

Perhaps it was truly because the one under the peach forest helped her share the pain, her personality was truly very similar to when she was alive.

Li Li Zhuiyuan took two drinks in the living room, then led her up the stairs, passed by Great-grandfather's bedroom door, and led her into his room.

Walking to the side of the bed, Xiao Huang Ying let go of the youth's hand and lay on the bed herself.

She lay very neatly, her hands folded on her chest, her face pale as if smeared with thick greasepaint, her lips red and terrifying.

If this overly flamboyant black tight-fitting cheongsam were changed into a more solemn piece of clothing, then this bed of his would be a standard morgue position.

Li Li Zhuiyuan stood by the bed, watching the water droplets constantly dripping from the corner of the bed.

He pointed to the board above the bed, which was the top of the bed, signaling that she could go up there.

You're making the whole bed soaking wet like this; I really can't sleep.

Xiao Huang Ying closed her eyes, unmoved.

Li Li Zhuiyuan nodded, simply pulled out the chair from behind the desk, placed it by the bed, sat on the chair himself, leaned his body back, and then.

"Snap!"

He snapped his fingers.

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

A wide stage, a huge banner, and the audience sitting below, dressed appropriately, like in an auditorium.

In the back, there were backup dancers, and the expensive sound equipment was also activated.

Li Li Zhuiyuan moved the venue of the unit gala his parents took him to watch when he was a child in his memory to here.

No way, his memory was good, so he could restore all the furnishings and layout.

In addition, he had long since mastered the cultivation methods in Wei Zhengdao's Black Skin Book.

So now, it was equivalent to Li Li Zhuiyuan changing Xiao Huang Ying's memory.

Only this time, it wasn't to control her.

Because he didn't need to control her to tell her what to do; she didn't guard against him either.

If Wei Zhengdao knew that he was using his self-created unique skills like this, he would probably be so angry that even if he were truly dead, he might kick open the coffin lid, become a dead thing, and come to fight him desperately.

However,

with his personality, it was really hard to say.

It was also possible that after becoming a dead thing, he would take the initiative to come over, listen to this concert with him, and maybe even take the initiative to go on stage and sing with Xiao Huang Ying.

At this time, Xiao Huang Ying was standing on the stage, facing the microphone stand.

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

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

She didn't wipe her tears this way before; she just wiped them directly with the back of her hand or her fingers, but now this was a big stage after all, and she began to become reserved.

She began to sing, and her body swayed with the rhythm.

The range of her dance movements wasn't that big; she began to hold back, and her singing also began to pay attention to the tone. Sometimes, when she knew she was about to reach the point where she couldn't sing and was about to crack, she even knew to pass the microphone to the audience below the stage.

She wasn't used to this stage, but she enjoyed this stage very much.

Li Li Zhuiyuan sat below, lowering his head.

He suddenly realized that he had ignored one thing, which was that he had replicated the scene in his memory too precisely.

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

Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to see her, waved his hand, and the seat next to him became empty.

As for the left side,

Li Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look, and there sat a gentle and handsome man, who was applauding the performance on the stage.

This was his father.

He was always so warm and kind, without the slightest bad habits of a courtyard child, and his way of dealing with people was as gentle as jade.

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

Of course, it must also be that he pursued Li Lan crazily.

But Li Li Zhuiyuan knew very well that before he pursued her, Li Lan had already set her sights on him.

He knew himself too well, and therefore knew Li Lan too well; for the two of them, mother and son, wanting to make an outsider like them was really very simple.

In interpersonal communication, most of the time, the two of them were actually equivalent to taking an open-book exam, and it was the kind where they had the answers.

Li Li Zhuiyuan took another look at his father; he was still very young now, and Li Lan's illness hadn't completely worsened yet, at least she could still hold onto the human skin on her face.

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

Then this man was tortured until he didn't look like a person, with a stubbly 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.

The top-level cold violence in an ordinary family was simply too low-level to be worth mentioning in their own home.

Therefore, regarding the fact that his father joined a geological survey team after the divorce and hadn't contacted him since, Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't have a shred of resentment.

It was fortunate that his father had inherited some of Great-grandfather Bei's perseverance in his bones; if it were a normal man, he wouldn't have been able to bear this kind of mental torture and blow at all.

At this time, Xiao Huang Ying finished a song.

The man stood up and cheered and applauded, driving a group of people nearby to stand up and show enthusiasm and respect to the performing artist on the stage.

He was truly like a little sun, radiating a soft white light.

Just like that day in his memory, he lowered his head and looked at him.

"Little Yuan, does it sound good?"

"Mm, it sounds good."

In his memory, next, he would imitate his father's appearance, stand up, cheer, and applaud.

While Li Lan, who was sitting on the side, would stare at him with a suspicious and obscure gaze.

It's quite good now, one less gaze that spoils the fun.

Li Li Zhuiyuan stood up and followed the man in applauding Xiao Huang Ying on the stage.

Xiao Huang Ying bowed to thank them, the applause came one after another, and she bowed several times toward various directions below.

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

Everyone continued to applaud enthusiastically, and Li Li Zhuiyuan applauded even more enthusiastically this time.

Since it was "Unforgettable Tonight," Xiao Huang Ying intended to end early this time.

Then he would be able to have a good sleep.

When the accompaniment sounded, the venue fell silent, and Li Li Zhuiyuan sat back.

"Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight, regardless of the ends of the earth or the corners of the sea, the vast land of Shenzhou shares the same embrace..."

Facts proved that Li Li Zhuiyuan had overthought it.

Xiao Huang Ying singing this song wasn't to signal that the gala was over and they could disperse, but because she was probably best at these few songs.

After "Unforgettable Tonight" ended, Xiao Huang Ying continued to perform programs; besides singing, there was also her solo dance.

One program after another, tireless, with no end in sight, as if she wanted to fill all the regrets of her life on this stage tonight.

Li Li Zhuiyuan sat below, supporting his forehead with his hand, lowering his head:

"Sigh, headache..."

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

Everyone else was there, only Li Li Zhuiyuan hadn't come down.

Li Sanjiang blamed himself: "Sigh, I shouldn't have pulled Little Yuan Hou to talk for so long last night; I didn't even know when I fell asleep myself."

Tan Tan Wenbin smiled: "It must be that the bed at home is too comfortable and fragrant, so Little Yuan overslept."

Li Sanjiang laughed after hearing this: "That's right, it must be the most comfortable to sleep at home."

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

Little Yuan Ge would oversleep?

He knew how powerful Little Yuan Ge's routine was; even if he slept at five in the morning, when the sky was slightly white at five-thirty, Little Yuan Ge would get up as soon as he said he would.

This two-day streak of sleeping in and not eating breakfast with everyone made Tan Tan Wenbin truly worried about whether something had happened to Little Yuan Ge.

Just as he walked to the door of Little Yuan Ge's room, he saw Little Yuan Ge push the door open and walk out.

"Little Yuan Ge, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Li Li Zhuiyuan felt his brain buzzing and numb.

He hadn't been this exhausted when dealing with evil spirits recently.

"Little Yuan Ge, do you want to rest some more?"

"No need."

"Then Grandpa Li is taking us to catch crabs later; are you going, Little Yuan Ge?"

"Going."

Although he didn't really want to move now, considering he was returning to school tomorrow, he didn't want to give up this time with Great-grandfather.

Washing up, going downstairs, and eating breakfast.

Li Li Zhuiyuan deliberately let Tan Tan Wenbin help him bring a few more bottles of drinks to drink on the road.

These crabs weren't hairy crabs, but they weren't small either.

And the method of catching them was also very simple; along the ditches, looking at those crab holes everywhere, you could dig them out.

These crabs weren't purely wild and had owners, but Li Sanjiang had greeted them in advance.

Among relatives and friends in the village, when the season arrived, sending each other a bucket of crabs wasn't a strange thing, and even if you wanted to sell them, it wasn't that convenient.

Li Sanjiang demonstrated first, and next were the young men taking action.

Li Li Zhuiyuan just stood next to Li Sanjiang and watched, occasionally applauding.

Lu Runsheng had the highest efficiency in catching crabs; it seemed that when he was following Great-grandfather Shan and running out of food, he didn't target the things flying in the sky and swimming in the water any less.

Yin Meng and Tan Tan Wenbin also dug quite well, and their respective buckets were filled with quite a few.

The one with the lowest efficiency was Lin Lin Shu You; his agile skills couldn't exert any effect at this time, and instead, he was pinched by crabs several times, his eyes widening in pain, almost going into a trance.

Li Sanjiang couldn't bear to watch from the side: "Why don't you forget it? Just focus on eating when they're steamed; you're already cross-eyed from the pain."

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

The host family watched with smiles, and when Li Sanjiang talked about money, the other party waved their hands and said no, saying that Uncle Sanjiang was slapping his own face!

Li Sanjiang was just being polite and didn't really take out money.

Living in the same village, everyone had a scale in their hearts, and human relations didn't necessarily have to involve cash.

Because it wasn't time to drain the water and harvest the fish, the host family originally wanted to set the nets themselves and put on rain pants to go down and help drive the fish, but were refused by Li Sanjiang.

He patted Lu Runsheng: "Lu Runsheng Hou, go!"

Lu Runsheng took off his clothes and shoes and jumped into the fish pond with a splash, soon floating back to the surface, each hand grabbing a big, fat fish.

"Grandpa Li, is this enough?"

"Enough, enough, it's for fish soup; who told you to catch them so fast."

The children were all back, and he wanted to take the children to have some entertainment, but who knew Lu Runsheng caught crabs fast and fish fast too? Did they have to finish work and go home so early?

However, when Lu Runsheng was putting on his clothes, Li Sanjiang curiously approached and carefully looked at the circle marks on Lu Runsheng's body.

"Lu Runsheng, are you cupping?"

"Yeah, to get rid of dampness."

"Then you should have said so earlier; it's not good to get into cold water shortly after cupping, it's easy to let cold air in."

"It doesn't matter, Grandpa Li."

Lu Runsheng had once had sixteen coffin nails nailed into his body; after they were taken out, the wounds had actually healed, but those circular marks couldn't be erased for the time being.

With these air gates, let alone going into the fish pond to touch fish, even if he were asked to go to the river to build a house, he could handle it.

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

Li Sanjiang didn't raise poultry at home; he thought they were smelly and had no one to manage them. Anyway, there were profitable businesses, so when he wanted to eat, he would just buy them; these things weren't expensive in the village.

Lu Runsheng took the initiative to step forward again, but Li Sanjiang pushed him back, forbidding the big mule from continuing to take action.

Li Sanjiang: "Cross-eyed, you go catch the chickens."

Lin Lin Shu You was still watching, wondering who was called "Cross-eyed."

When he found that everyone was looking at him, he realized that the cross-eyed person was actually himself.

These chickens were semi-free-range in a large fence, ran fast, and would peck people, so normal people really couldn't catch them easily.

However, Lin Lin Shu You lived up to his skills this time; just as the owner was about to open the fence to give him a net, he leaped into it, and under a swift charge, he caught one by the chicken neck with both hands.

Soon, he came back with two chickens.

Li Sanjiang looked at the sun, then at the two chickens, and could only nod helplessly.

He had no activities left; there were only so many people in the house, so he couldn't run to someone else's house now and buy a pig to slaughter for the New Year, right?

Moreover, he vaguely discovered that after these children returned from Jin Ling, they seemed to have truly grown up and changed a lot.

If he really let them slaughter a pig, it seemed they wouldn't spend much effort.

After returning with the harvest, everyone participated in the ingredient processing, helping to burn the fire and cook, except for Yin Meng.

Even Li Li Zhuiyuan picked up a brush and sat by the well, brushing the mud off the crabs.

The main dishes were served one after another, and everyone started to feast.

One by one, they were all stuffed by the end, even Lu Runsheng patted his belly, signaling he couldn't eat anymore.

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

Because Li Sanjiang was familiar with the others, he specifically asked Lin Lin Shu You questions, and Lin Lin Shu You started introducing stories about his hometown.

The warm sun, the gentle breeze, combined with lazy people and a young man whose mouth kept "babbling" on—this scene was truly pleasant.

News came from passing villagers that a screen was being set up on the open ground in the town, and a movie would be shown at night.

Everyone was too full from lunch and had no appetite for dinner, so they didn't eat and ran early to grab seats with their stools.

Li Sanjiang chatted with the surrounding villagers, and every sentence was: "Isn't it because my Little Yuan Hou is back."

Quite a few small vendors came from behind. Yin Meng chose some hair ties, while Lin Lin Shu You bought a bubble blower and blew bubbles hard at the back of Tan Tan Wenbin's head, wetting the back of Tan Tan Wenbin's head.

Halfway through, Li Li Zhuiyuan, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, went to the small vendors to buy two bubble blowers and carefully chose a few small trinkets.

A Li didn't lack anything; with Grandma Liu's habit of smashing high-quality official kiln porcelain when she got angry, there was no point in sending anything precious.

So at this time, the gift sent wasn't preciousness, but memories.

Li Li Zhuiyuan remembered that when he came to watch a movie with A Li before, A Li sat beside him and liked to blow bubbles to play.

After watching the movie, everyone walked home along the road, walking sparsely, with no one saying much. Li Sanjiang, who was walking in the front, had a cigarette butt in his mouth that flickered on and off.

There were no places to eat late-night snacks in the town. After arriving home, Li Sanjiang took out the gifts Lin Lin Shu You bought and distributed them to everyone to eat and pad their stomachs.

At night, Li Li Zhuiyuan wanted to find Li Sanjiang to chat and listen to stories again, but was refused by Li Sanjiang: "Little Yuan Hou, go to sleep early; you have to get up early to go back to school tomorrow."

By late night, Li Li Zhuiyuan heard the wind again.

He walked out of his room and came to the balcony. Outside the dam below, Xiao Huang Ying appeared there again.

Under the night curtain, her long hair hung down soaking wet, and the red high heels on her feet made her black cheongsam look exceptionally eerie.

However, just as Li Li Zhuiyuan intended to go down to pick her up, she just raised her head and looked at Li Li Zhuiyuan.

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

Over the past two nights, in the memories, she had already had her fill.

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

Tomorrow, after Li Li Zhuiyuan and the others left, Xiao Yingying would handle the matters at home, return to Li Sanjiang's house, and continue to work.

Li Li Zhuiyuan looked up at the incomplete moon in the sky and returned to his room to rest.

The next morning, everyone ate breakfast and said their goodbyes.

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

Cui Guiying packed various pickles and salted sauces from the house into a net bag and handed them over.

Li Sanjiang gave everyone a red envelope; Lin Lin Shu You's was the thickest, double that of the others, because it was his first time coming to the house.

Perhaps it was because the groundwork had already been laid yesterday, or perhaps in the eyes of the elderly, it was just children going to school, so there was a feeling of parting, but it was far from being that exaggerated and intense.

The three elderly people stood by the village road, waving at them. After the small pickup truck drove far away, they put their hands down, but they didn't leave, until the small pickup truck completely disappeared from sight, and Li Sanjiang patted his trouser legs and said:

"The little sparrows in the house have flown away again."

Compared to the free and easy attitude of the elderly, the atmosphere in the returning pickup truck seemed a bit serious and dull.

They were about to leave the Peach Forest Reserve.

Wanting to laugh unscrupulously and sleep soundly again had become a luxury.

Although life before wasn't that tense and oppressive, and everyone lived as usual most of the time, even if it was just missing that little bit of final peace of mind, and just having that little bit more of dangerous factors, the mindset was completely different.

Li Li Zhuiyuan, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and opened the rear window, looking at Lu Runsheng and the others sitting in the back.

"Calculate the time, calculate the stage; it should be time for the next wave. The relaxed and secure time has passed; everyone remember to switch your physical and mental states.

Perk up and increase your vigilance.

You can lose because of insufficient strength, you can fail because of plan loopholes, but you absolutely cannot die because of being stupid.

Everyone,

we can calmly face all results, except for regrets."

Tan Tan Wenbin, Lu Runsheng, Yin Meng: "Understood!"

Lin Lin Shu You: "Know it!"

Tan Tan Wenbin, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Little Yuan Ge of the past wouldn't say these things solemnly; he would use very simple language or even just a look to warn you.

That remark just now was clearly not Little Yuan Ge's style; Little Yuan Ge had shown patience beyond the past.

It seems that for Little Yuan Ge, going home and going to see A Li both have the effect of increasing human touch.

Since that's the case, then as the one shouting at the bow of the boat, he naturally has to be more enthusiastic and unrestrained!

Come on, let the passion burn.

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

"You are like a fire in the winter, the raging flames warmed my heart. Every time you quietly walk close to my side..."

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "So, next..."

Damn it!

Tan Tan Wenbin was so scared that he hurriedly turned off the volume.

Then he turned his head and whistled toward the car window, as if it wasn't him who had just played music and interrupted the Long Wang's speech.

"So, next, don't deliberately avoid daily interactions; make choices based on your own heart:

Whether you will respond to this kind of person, whether you will do these things.

Learn to look three steps ahead for every step you take, treat yourself as a dot, and draw lines for everything and everyone that has a connection with you.

Seize any drop of river water that splashes out first before the wave arrives.

I have shortcomings in this regard, so, I'll trouble everyone."

Tan Tan Wenbin, Lu Runsheng, Yin Meng: "Know it!"

Lin Lin Shu You: "Understood!"

Lin Lin Shu You: "..."

Li Li Zhuiyuan finished speaking, took the initiative to turn up the volume, and adjusted the sound to the maximum:

"You are like a fire, the raging flames warmed me!"

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

Lu Runsheng sold goods in the shop, and when he met that fellow student Hua Hou, he would also speak a few sentences of Nantong dialect to him.

Yin Meng would still go shopping with Zheng Jiayi; the two had similar styles and habits and liked to just look without buying.

However, the two would occasionally go to the antique street to stroll around; Yin Meng needed to understand and familiarize herself with the market.

Her family ancestors were wealthy, but that was two thousand years ago. If it weren't for Little Yuan, she wouldn't have been able to send her grandfather into the ancestral grave.

So her understanding of antiques and such was no different from ordinary people. Looking more and learning more could also facilitate picking up scraps next time she went out, selling them to save some money, and buying a bus?

That way, when they went back, Little Yuan Ge would be able to bring A Li, sit in the last row, and not be affected.

Yin Meng felt that this plan of hers was very good; as a team member, sometimes this wasn't to flatter, but to show her own enterprising spirit.

Tan Tan Wenbin ran between classes, home, and auditing in turns. Fortunately, the pickup truck didn't need to pick up goods every day, so he could drive the small pickup truck out; otherwise, just the taxi fare would make people's hearts ache.

Lin Lin Shu You's activity track almost overlapped with Tan Tan Wenbin's; the only area that didn't overlap was the time Tan Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yunyun were alone, and he would disappear very obediently.

Li Li Zhuiyuan continued his "all-school elective" class mode, continuing to hunt for excellent teachers.

Sometimes, when Tan Tan Wenbin didn't have classes, he would also follow Little Yuan Ge's class schedule to audit those teachers' classes. Don't mention it, the teachers certified by Little Yuan Ge—regardless of whether he understood the things from other departments he taught—really made one feel that this teacher had substance.

Tan Tan Wenbin felt that if the school were to evaluate excellent teachers at the end of the year, the principal should really look at Little Yuan Ge's class schedule; there was absolutely no human relationship involved.

This morning, for the third and fourth periods, Li Li Zhuiyuan chose Professor Zhu's political science class.

There was a very obvious phenomenon in the classroom, which was that Professor Zhu truly used the solid theory and the ability to guide the connection between theory and practice that he displayed in every class to gradually change the teaching atmosphere of this class.

Many students truly listened and began to think.

In the classroom, the sarcastic voices became much fewer, and occasionally "awakened ones" and "independent thinkers" would say something startling...

What they received was no longer everyone's bandwagon cheering, but dissatisfaction with their disrespect for the teacher and destruction of everyone's learning atmosphere.

In the tide of the era's downturn, there are always some people who silently act as a light, persisting in illuminating and influencing the people around them; only time can prove whether they are correct.

This class ended, and everyone was still unsatisfied, with students hoping Professor Zhu would continue to talk more.

Professor Zhu: "Next time, students need to eat lunch, so hurry to the cafeteria."

The students laughed and packed up their things to leave the classroom.

Li Li Zhuiyuan was the last one to leave as usual, and Professor Zhu also walked toward him at this time:

"Little Yuan, do you have anything to do at noon? Although the invitation is very abrupt, my wife wants to see you; she is very interested in you, a young man who likes to read ancient books."

"Thank you for your invitation; this is my honor."

At first, Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't feel there was anything worth recording, but it wasn't too surprising, but when Professor Zhu's next sentence was spoken:

"Sigh, I should have invited you to sit at home long ago, but my wife caught a strange illness a while ago and it doesn't seem to have improved yet. I originally wanted to wait until she was better before inviting you, but now, I'm afraid she can't wait, sigh."

A wave,

has come!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 133 =====