Chapter 372

The familiar small river, the familiar trees, and that familiar arc the steering wheel traced every time he turned from the village road into the small path leading home.

Earlier on, the path was just a dirt road; when a car came, it couldn't drive in, and it couldn't block the village road, so it had to press into a patch of farmland, tucking half its rear end in.

After the kids bought the small yellow pickup truck, Li Sanjiang spent money on stone materials and then grabbed Qin Shu and Xiong Shan as labor to widen the path and turn it into a gravel road.

Since then, cars could drive straight in, all the way up to the flat ground in front of the house.

Recently, Li Sanjiang had been mulling over wanting to change this gravel road into concrete.

The reason work hadn't started yet was that he heard from the village chief that the town government would soon organize the paving of concrete roads for all village paths, and when that time came, he could just pave his own small path along with it.

Paving his own road certainly wouldn't be free; he had to pay for the materials himself and, while he was at it, provide cigarettes and a meal for the workers, but since the workers and equipment were already on hand, it was still cost-effective.

Tan Wenbin drove the car onto the flat ground, and after everyone got out, they all wore smiles the first moment they could.

In truth, for everyone in the car, even Li Zhuiyuan, this wasn't his home in the true sense, but every time they returned here, everyone felt a sense of ease and comfort greater than returning to their own homes.

Li Sanjiang walked straight up to Little Yuan Hou.

Two years ago, he could lift the child up without any effort at all.

Now, he had to settle his Qi into his dantian, brace his center of gravity in advance, and then wrap his arms around him before he could steadily lift his precious great-grandson.

For now, he could still manage to lift him.

When the time came that he couldn't, it wouldn't be because the child had grown too big, but because he himself had grown old, for in the eyes of the elders, no matter how big a child gets, they are still a child.

After putting Little Yuan Hou down, Li Sanjiang walked in turn to Tan Wenbin, Runsheng, and Lin Shu You, patting their arms and kicking their calves, checking their hair and bone density.

There was no special welcoming ceremony, just one sentence:

"You've all lost weight; eat more at dinner."

Li Zhuiyuan greeted everyone on the flat ground and in the kitchen; whether it was Liu Yumei or Liu Yi, none of them held the youth back to talk.

Even Li Sanjiang only hugged him for a moment, because he had noticed that when his great-grandson was lifted by him, his gaze was directed upward, looking toward the second-floor terrace.

The youth went upstairs.

Tan Wenbin, saying "I'm dying of thirst," walked to the chair beside Liu Yumei and sat down, first steeping tea, then putting a silver-thread roll into his mouth; next, the "tall tales" he had already fabricated on the way back began to spill out.

Earlier on, Tan Wenbin's quoting of classics and veiled allusions, limited by a lack of traditional cultural knowledge, had made Liu Yumei feel very uncomfortable listening.

Many times, it made Liu Yumei feel the impulse to rather cough up blood herself than have him not just come out and say things clearly.

Now, Tan Wenbin could be incomparably fluent while also making the old lady listen with immersion and relish.

Although there were sources for the news, it was completely different from the account of someone who had experienced it firsthand.

Furthermore, Liu Yumei knew that what she was listening to now was a unique perspective among all the firsthand participants.

Runsheng picked up a hoe and went to the fields to meet Qin Shu.

Although dinner was an hour away, the day's work in the fields still needed to be wrapped up.

Lin Shu You learned from Liu Yi that the light by the porcelain vat was broken and wouldn't turn on even after changing the bulb.

A-You picked up his familiar tools and went to repair it.

He wasn't a professional, but in the electrician trade, after working on it for a while, he had become an old master.

Li Zhuiyuan first took a shower, and after changing his clothes, he sat on the rattan chair on the terrace with A-Li while drying his hair.

Summer hadn't left, but autumn's hand had already quietly reached under the covers, occasionally bringing people pleasant coolness at dusk.

The girl's eyes remained on the boy; even though they were both lying on their respective rattan chairs, she was lying on her side, watching him the whole time.

The boy was her balcony to the outside world, and this balcony would run out for a while every so often, and when he returned, he would bring her different scenery.

Li Zhuiyuan began to recount the events of the previous wave to A-Li.

He had never held anything back from the girl; sometimes, he would even lay out his own selfishness and less-than-sunny calculations of interest when dealing with certain matters.

From the first day they met, the girl had shown a magnanimity toward this aspect of the boy that even he hadn't anticipated.

She seemed to have known long ago that the scenery outside the balcony was never just pleasant spring days, but also included the scorching heat of summer, the bleakness of autumn, and the biting cold of winter.

Just like when the boy had blinded his own eyes to kill that pair of dwarf father and son in retaliation, when the girl found out, she had also first revealed her dimples, happy for the boy's success.

Li Zhuiyuan's narration was unhurried but extremely organized, and A-Li listened quietly the whole time.

From arriving in Luoyang to meeting Chen Xiyuan, from the hidden village to the Yu family ancestral home, and finally to the simple funeral of the two old people.

Li Zhuiyuan did not avoid the existence of Chen Xiyuan, and even added emphasis to the description.

He even frankly admitted that with his condition improving, the number of times he had suffered in the past year didn't compare to these few days she had been by his side.

Furthermore, Li Zhuiyuan told A-Li that if it were fast, it would be tonight, and if it were slow, it would be tomorrow, that Chen Xiyuan would arrive here.

The medical records and files in the hospital could at most write down a name, gender, and age, and since Pan Zi and the others were all sent to the hospital by a local state-owned factory, the contact address was definitely that factory; how could the registration at the nurse's station possibly have a real ancestral home, let alone one specific to a township and village?

These were all filled out by Li Zhuiyuan.

The youth told A-Li that he had no reason to kill Chen Xiyuan.

But not killing her didn't mean they could just simply forget each other in the world of Jianghu.

It wasn't just because he hadn't yet gotten his hands on the "savings" Chen Xiyuan had.

Mainly, an existence like Chen Xiyuan, protected by the Heavenly Dao and possessing formidable strength, was too easy to become another white glove for the Heavenly Dao.

The entire Qiongya Chen family, on the surface, saw its family's rise and fall fluctuate directly in line with the talent level of each generation's descendants, but in reality, it was just like old farmers planting crops in the past, relying on heaven for their livelihood.

Li Zhuiyuan himself was the knife the Heavenly Dao used to do its dirty work.

And Chen Xiyuan was better suited to stand in the sunlight and become that flawless hero.

He couldn't kill her; on one hand, there was no reason to kill her, and he wasn't willing to kill her;

On the other hand, it was because if you tore up the glove the Heavenly Dao had prepared to use, wouldn't that force the Heavenly Dao to find another glove to cultivate?

The correct approach should be to keep her, let her occupy this spot, and while she enjoyed the resources, deliberately not let her play a role.

Although Chen Xiyuan had already frankly told him that when they met on the wave in the future, if they were on opposite sides, she would take the initiative to light the lamp a second time.

But for Li Zhuiyuan, that wasn't enough.

There were too many accidents that could intervene, and too many special circumstances that could be guided; this was what Jiang Shui was best at—being pervasive.

Therefore, in dealing with such an existence.

The most correct way was... to break the hawk!

Break her until she was convinced, break her until she had no obsessions, break her until the possibility of her posing a threat to him no longer existed.

Adding such thick calculations into someone's pure emotions was very despicable and low.

However, Li Zhuiyuan had no choice; if he didn't consider these things comprehensively and do them meticulously, then in the future, that most tragic situation would occur.

Besides, it wasn't him who calculated first; the wave arranging for Pan Zi, Lei Zi, and the others to live in the same hospital room as Chen Xiyuan's student's brother, letting Chen Xiyuan meet him, was actually a form of foreshadowing.

A pure opponent posed less of a threat to him, while a counterattack from a former friend was the most damaging.

If he didn't put his mind to it, then he and Chen Xiyuan would both be reduced to puppets of fate controlled by the strings in Jiang Shui's hands.

Therefore, Chen Xiyuan had to come to Nantong, and he definitely had to go to the Qiongya Chen family.

Moreover, to make the effect the best, Chen Xiyuan had to come to Nantong secretly on her own initiative, and it had to be her who begged him three or four times to go to Qiongya.

To destroy the will of those above, there was a very simple method, which was to pretend not to know, and then... constantly increase the stakes and double the execution.

Since you, Heavenly Dao, want to set bait for me in advance for later use, then I will take this bait off the hook, chew it up, and swallow it!

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

Though wordless, it was as if there was sound: A-Li, do you think what I'm doing is dirty?

A-Li reached out her hand and pointed in one direction; that was where the bearded man's house was, and also where that peach forest was located.

In the girl's heart, there was absolutely no concept of "dirty and clean" regarding the boy.

The environment she had "lived" in since she was young was actually like the Yu family ancestral home during an evil spirit riot.

What was dirty, and exactly how dirty it could get, she knew better than the vast majority of people in this world.

In the boy's previous narration, the girl only heard the boy say that on the registration form, only Siyuan Village, Shinan Town was written.

The girl didn't speak; when the youth wasn't there, she was used to being quiet alone, but she could perceive the sounds and changes around her.

For example, since she moved here, she had heard many times about which brigade, which team, and the head of the household.

A-Li knew that the boy hadn't written these things, hadn't written the great-grandfather's name, so the people who came to this village would definitely go straight to that peach forest.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I didn't plan to do that."

He paused.

The youth continued: "She isn't Zhao Yi; her skin isn't that thick."

Admittedly, letting Chen Xiyuan go to the peach forest first, get beaten up by Qing'an, and then having him go to negotiate to release her could further build this favor.

If it were the Li Zhuiyuan of the past, he really would have done that; if he didn't, he would have been very miserable.

But the preliminary recovery of his condition, even if it was just a drop of emotion, was enough for the youth to change this rigid and stiff way of handling things.

The purpose of calculation was to offset the influence of that hand in the sky, not to treat everyone around him as simple values that could provide him with worth.

The youth didn't want to see a Chen Xiyuan covered in wounds.

Under conditions that allowed it, he didn't want that Sister Chen to be harmed.

A-Li nodded; unable to speak, even her own grandmother sometimes had to rely on repeated questioning and pondering, but the youth before her could understand at a glance.

Li Zhuiyuan: "The current me, although I am a heart demon, I have always looked down on the original body in my mind, and I also look down on Li Lan."

"They always regard themselves as the only smart people in this world, and everyone else is stupid, but the fact is, it's not like that."

"The current Li Lan wants her real son, thinking that only my original body is worthy of her."

"But the fact is, when 'they mother and son' recognize each other, among them, there will inevitably appear one who is relatively less smart, which is that idiot."

"You can be smart, but others aren't fools either; having this kind of thinking is a sickness, and it needs to be treated."

The youth's gaze fell on Grandma Wang Lian, who was currently going in and out of the kitchen, helping to bring out the food.

"Chen Xiyuan isn't stupid."

"She is very human."

"I don't want to talk about exchanging sincerity for sincerity."

"All my calculations must be based on the foundation that in the future, when I explain it to her, or when she suddenly realizes it herself, she can still understand and approve of my behavior."

"Otherwise, I would be handing a knife to the Heavenly Dao, and instead, the Heavenly Dao's intention would succeed."

A-Li grabbed the youth's hand; she could perceive the invisible exhaustion on the youth.

Walking the river was already difficult, but his river was harder than anyone's throughout history.

Li Zhuiyuan: "After dinner, I'll accompany you to the medicine garden in front of the bearded man's house to tidy up the spiritual herbs we planted together."

"I'll take the tent from my mountaineering bag; if she comes late tonight, or if we have to wait until tomorrow, you come back first, and I'll spend the night in the peach forest alone."

"After she enters the peach forest, she should be startled first, and that's all it will be, just a joke between friends."

"She definitely wants to play this kind of joke on me too, to startle me."

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was telling stories.

Li Zhuiyuan's side had already finished, and they had entered the summary discussion phase.

While downstairs, Tan Wenbin had only told a third of his story.

This was mainly because Liu Yumei would interrupt and ask questions, pointing out certain nodes and asking Tan Wenbin to further elaborate.

The keyword the old lady mentioned the most was Chen Xiyuan.

When Liu Yumei first heard "Chen Xiyuan of the Qiongya Chen family," a flash of reminiscence appeared in her eyes.

A close friend of hers from when she was young had married into the Qiongya Chen family.

At that time, she had begged her many times to show her face, even if it was just from far away, standing upstairs looking at the scenery, or boating on the lake, leaving a faint green figure.

She had been in a difficult position at that time; although she was annoyed by the pestering of the old dog of the Qin family, she still restrained herself from wanting to have any connection with others.

The old dog had a bad temper when he was young and liked to knock out the loudest flies around him, put them in a sack, and throw them into a manure pit.

But she really couldn't stand the bitter begging of that person, who said that if she, the strategist, couldn't lure the person out, that young Master Chen wouldn't believe her anymore.

She said her fishing rod had already been cast, and she just needed her sister to help her bait the nest.

In the end, that fish surnamed Chen couldn't escape the experienced angler.

The next few mentions were Liu Yumei wanting to hear about Chen Xiyuan's talent and character.

The Chen family had always had a very upright family style, and Chen Xiyuan was indeed a standard Chen family member, and she should have been well-cared for by her grandfather and grandmother.

Finally, Liu Yumei sensed something was wrong.

That was that the Chen family girl seemed to be getting too close to her own Little Yuan.

Liu Yumei didn't think the Chen family girl had any other improper thoughts about her Little Yuan; the "little brother" the girl called out should be that she really treated Little Yuan as her own brother.

The old lady wasn't worried about her own Little Yuan, and even less worried about her granddaughter A-Li.

First, Little Yuan was still young;

Second, Little Yuan's temperament not only surpassed his peers, but in front of her, he would act like a "shy and reserved" junior, but in reality, the youth was already a big tree that could shelter her, Liu Yumei, from the wind and rain.

To say something shameless in her own heart, occasionally, Liu Yumei would even detect the tolerance and doting her family's ancestors had for her in Little Yuan.

Furthermore, the way Little Yuan and her A-Li got along... Liu Yumei felt that even if she and that old dog were living well to this day, the harmony between the two of them probably wouldn't compare to these two little ones right now.

But, now is now; the little brother in Chen Xiyuan's eyes would grow up.

The sparks of the future would also burn people; if they could be pinched out in advance, that would be for the best.

Liu Yumei didn't want the girl to repeat the old story of her grandparents.

The best way was to let that Chen family girl see with her own eyes the scene of Little Yuan and her A-Li together, letting this impression and cognition be fixed there.

Unfortunately, her A-Li couldn't go out yet.

If only she could call that Chen family girl to the house for a visit.

Liu Yi stood alone at the kitchen door, looked up, watched the scene of Little Yuan and A-Li sitting together, and cracked melon seeds for ten minutes.

Then, she had to put the remaining melon seeds back in her pocket, return to the kitchen, pick up the big shovel, and start stir-frying.

After dinner was ready, Liu Yi shouted:

"Dinner is ready!"

Liu Yi invited Grandma Wang Lian to stay for dinner; she had also been busy until now.

Wang Lian firmly refused this time, saying she still had to go back to cook for the old and young at home, and carrying that bag of gifted steamed buns, she ran down the flat ground.

People were not divided into high and low, but individual conditions were different.

The secret for those in poor conditions to keep taking advantage of those in good conditions was: never think about taking advantage.

Li Zhuiyuan held A-Li's hand as they went downstairs; while going down the stairs, the youth was still explaining to the girl.

He had calculated the time needed from Luoyang to here; on the way, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shu You were people resting but the car wasn't, without the slightest delay, so it was impossible for Chen Xiyuan to arrive too early, therefore, he and A-Li could finish dinner normally.

Just as the youth said earlier, there were no absolutely smart people in this world.

Furthermore, because of his age, he didn't drive in his daily life, and had never really worked in the relevant industry.

Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan also didn't know what kind of terrifying potential an experienced taxi driver could burst out under the stimulation of constantly thickening banknotes.

Dinner was very sumptuous, and following the old Li family's past tradition, on a separate area of the dining table, basins were used instead of bowls.

Runsheng lit the incense, but didn't stick it directly into his rice basin like he did in the past.

In the past, he always did this; anyway, he could not only finish this rice and dish by himself, but also go for seconds.

But today, he felt that doing so was a bit of a waste of food.

Lin Shu You reached out to take a steamed bun; he liked the steamed buns here very much, they had filling and flavor, they could be a dish, and just like before, he reached out with one hand and grabbed three big steamed buns.

Originally, these should all have been his; a steamed bun was just a few bites, and three steamed buns were just a warm-up exercise for his mouth, and he wouldn't even break a sweat;

This time, he placed the other two steamed buns in front of Runsheng and Tan Wenbin respectively, and only held one in his own hand.

Including Tan Wenbin, the three of them picked up their chopsticks, somewhat hesitant and wavering.

Teacher Chen's teaching results were significant; under Chen Xiyuan's "heart-to-heart" approach, the three of them had physically and forcibly entered a state of "low metabolism."

This state could allow them to improve their mastery and perception of their own bodies by a level, and since the conditions to achieve it were truly too painful and difficult, all three of them wanted to keep this state for as long as possible, so they could give themselves a longer time for realization and insight.

But if they didn't actively unload this state, then their current appetite would be no different from ordinary people of their current height and weight, and they could even eat less than others.

Li Sanjiang liked the feeling of the house being lively, enjoying the intense chewing and swallowing sounds of "ba-da ba-da" coming from over there.

People were older, so their appetite naturally couldn't compare to the past, but those three eating every time could give him the feeling that the food in front of him became more fragrant; watching them eat, he could even improve his own spleen and appetite.

He took a sip of wine.

Hm?

The movement today seemed a bit smaller.

These three stinky brats, they had gone out more often and seen more people, and they had actually learned to be refined, hehe.

When drinking by himself on weekdays, Li Sanjiang would fix one cup and not drink more.

After finishing this cup of wine today, Li Sanjiang picked up his rice bowl, ready to formally eat.

Who knew, Tan Wenbin, Lin Shu You, and Runsheng over there all put down their chopsticks at this moment, one by one with a bit of guilt and shame:

"I'm full."

"So full."

"Stuffed."

Li Sanjiang stood up subconsciously, looking at the large basin of rice and dishes in front of each of them that had hardly been touched, and the steamed bun tower behind Lin Shu You that hadn't really gotten any shorter.

With a "Pa-da!" sound, the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Sanjiang shouted, both shocked and worried:

"What's wrong? Is this a mule plague again?"

Old Man Tian was pedaling a tricycle, with Liu Jinxia sitting in the back.

By Liu Jinxia's feet were several bags of cooked food, not only pig head meat and chicken legs, but also cold-dressed shredded kelp and vegetarian chicken.

"You bought too much of this."

Old Man Tian: "Auntie Xiang Hou sprained her ankle, it's definitely not convenient for her to cook; you take these back, and tonight you, Auntie Xiang Hou, and Little Cui Hou can just make do with a meal."

"By the way, didn't you used to sit for the funeral feast, shouldn't you have eaten the feast at the host's house before coming back?"

Liu Jinxia: "No appetite today."

In the past, those sitting for the funeral feast, the funeral team, and the family members who came to help would add a few more tables after the first and second rounds of the feast were over, eat, and then leave.

But that would be waiting too late.

Furthermore, she was here to work for the funeral feast, not as a relative of the host, so there was no reason to bring another person to eat together.

Thinking that Old Man Tian was still waiting for her by the canal in front, lying in the tricycle, waiting for her to finish the funeral feast to take her home, Liu Jinxia felt embarrassed to delay him too much, letting him wait until late at night without food or drink.

It wasn't dark yet, and there were many people coming back from work on the village road and from the fields; Liu Jinxia was a bit embarrassed at first, burying her head, but then she thought, anyway, her popularity in the village was just like that, used when needed and discarded when not, so where was the need to care about others' gazes?

So she raised her head generously again.

She still didn't plan to find a partner, and Old Man Tian also understood her meaning, but this didn't mean the two couldn't be friends, occasionally taking care of each other in life; in this regard, they were both very open.

Old Man Tian pedaled the tricycle to Liu Jinxia's door, and when she got off, he gave her a hand.

Liu Jinxia: "Come inside, there's too much cooked food, I'll divide some for you to take back to eat."

Old Man Tian: "Did you forget, I have someone cooking there."

Liu Jinxia didn't say anything; in a few days, when Auntie Xiang Hou's ankle was healed, she would just let Auntie Xiang Hou make some dishes and send them to Old Man Tian.

Not doing it herself wasn't because she was afraid of being misunderstood, but because her cooking skills were just at the level of being able to get food cooked.

Auntie Xiang Hou had taken over the cooking chores at home at a young age, not because she was very sensible since childhood and wanted to help her mother share the housework.

But once, Auntie Xiang Hou was called to Li Lan's house, and after eating a meal of ordinary home-cooked food made by Cui Guiying at Li Weihan's house, Auntie Xiang Hou, who had never had playmates and wouldn't go to other people's houses to be a guest and eat, realized for the first time that her mother had been wasting food all along.

After Auntie Xiang Hou went back, she asked her mother.

Liu Jinxia also had her reasons, saying eloquently:

"Who told your mother to have such a good fate; just after marrying in, your grandparents ran away as if they were racing."

After saying goodbye to Old Man Tian, Liu Jinxia walked onto her own flat ground; under the balcony of the side room, the light was on.

When Liu Jinxia walked over carrying several bags of cooked food, she stopped right where she was.

Her own daughter, Auntie Xiang Hou, was happily jumping rope with Cui Cui.

After dinner, Li Zhuiyuan first handed Tan Wenbin a blueprint, asking him to take A-You and Runsheng to the Daoist arena later to make advance arrangements for the evil arts.

The youth himself carried his mountaineering bag, and with A-Li each carrying a small tool basket, they headed to the bearded man's house.

On the way, they ran into Old Man Tian, who was just returning from Liu Jinxia's house.

Old Man Tian invited the two to sit in his tricycle, but Li Zhuiyuan refused; he had just returned and wanted to walk a bit more side-by-side with A-Li.

Not daring to persuade them more, Old Man Tian rode back first.

Just as he got onto the flat ground, he saw Benben sitting in the crib, clapping his hands non-stop, and his little head seemed to be shaking left and right according to some rhythm.

Old Man Tian looked up; above the peach forest, he seemed to see colorful halos, like a fading rainbow, and vaguely, he seemed to hear a slight "rustling" sound.

He didn't know what had happened, only thinking that the one under the peach forest was in an exceptionally good mood today.

Old Man Tian picked up Benben; Benben was still beating the rhythm there, his mouth non-stop "Oh~ Oh~".

"Hehe, why are you so happy today?"

Benben was puzzled for a moment, seemingly not understanding why Old Man Tian would ask that.

He followed the clear rhythm with two more "Oh~ Oh~"s, seeing Old Man Tian still unmoved.

Benben didn't care anymore, continuing to immerse himself in that wonderful melody that could make his soul feel like it was floating.

Old Man Tian touched the child's head lovingly: "Hehe, this child, he's silly and happy today."

In this world, the greatest cruelty was that some people, living until only a pile of old bones remained, couldn't compare to a baby still drinking from a bottle.

And the greatest gentleness in this world was probably that he himself was completely unaware.

Xiao Yingying had also just returned, and was arranging the offering table, opening the newly bought wine jars one by one and placing them up.

Accompanied by the flickering and swaying candlelight, the wine jars placed on the offering table soon lost all their wine smell.

Jar after jar, this "drinking" speed was twice as fast as before.

And, there was no sign of stopping.

Xiao Yingying didn't understand why it would be like this today, but she knew that if she didn't replenish the wine in time, the wine she had just bought today wouldn't be enough.

She walked over, took Benben from Old Man Tian's arms, and let Old Man Tian go out for another run, taking advantage of the fact that the wine shop in town hadn't closed yet to buy more wine back.

Old Man Tian acted immediately, got on the tricycle, and rode down.

Never mind taking advantage of the shop not closing; even if it had closed, he would pry the door open, leave the money, and take the wine.

The temper of the one under the peach forest was definitely not good; if you cut off the wine while someone was in the middle of drinking, heaven knows what would happen next.

Even someone as clever as his own young master was once hung up and whipped in the peach forest until he didn't look human!

Xiao Yingying put Benben back in the crib and walked over, continuing to place the new wine jars up.

She didn't go out to buy more herself because it was night.

Protected by the one under the peach forest, she was able to be different from other dead-fallen, not only not suffering the torment of being a dead-fallen, but also able to appear in front of people in the posture of a normal person.

But she was an evil spirit after all; during the day, the Yang energy was heavy, so going out didn't matter, but at night, the Yin energy was heavy; if she went out, those whose luck was declining might get nightmares or get sick if they met her.

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan and A-Li walked here.

Xiao Yingying turned her head and found that the two didn't seem to have any intention of going up to the flat ground, but were all facing the peach forest.

Benben, who was originally echoing happily in the crib, immediately fell backward after discovering Li Zhuiyuan's appearance, pretending to be asleep, only those little fleshy legs were still kicking according to the rhythm, as if swimming in a dream.

On the road, there was no perception, but once they walked into the bearded man's territory, above was a brilliant rainbow, and in their ears was the sound of nature like a tide.

It wasn't just simple music; inside, there was a life that had experienced the vicissitudes of life and decay, and also the high spirits of prosperity.

The artistic conception of the two not only didn't conflict, but reconciled into the ultimate complementarity in the world, making the listener unable to help but sink into it, unable to extricate themselves. ===== CHAPTER 373 =====