After dinner, Cui Guiying and Li Weihan went home first. Run Sheng moved the TV to the courtyard and sat together with Tan Wenbin, while making paper figures and watching TV. Lin Shuyou wanted to join in, so he also started learning to make paper figures. He was quite talented and picked it up quickly. Yin Meng went alone to the fields behind to practice martial arts. Wanting to reminisce, it wasn’t just Li Zhiyuan alone. After taking a bath, Li Zhiyuan passed by the terrace on the second floor and saw only Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou sitting in front of the TV downstairs, while Tan Wenbin squatted at the edge of the courtyard, smoking. The frequency of Binbin quitting smoking was terrifyingly high. If guessed correctly, besides visiting his grandparents in the afternoon, Tan Wenbin should have also gone to visit Zheng Haiyang’s grave. The wine he brought back was an odd number. Life is always good at playing jokes on people; such a sociable person now doesn’t dare to truly open up to others. He fears others becoming like Zheng Haiyang, and he fears becoming someone else’s Zheng Haiyang. Li Zhiyuan didn’t go downstairs to comfort Binbin, because Binbin just needs to be alone to digest, not additional comfort. Besides, even if he really needed it, he wouldn’t need it from me. Aunt Zhang’s figure appeared on the opposite side of the paddy field, and she made a throat-squeezing gesture, then the melody of a plains mountain song started: "Bin Hou, your mom Zhou Yun Hou called~~~" An already melancholic Tan Wenbin was immediately amused. He probably guessed that it’s not Aunt Zhang getting the message wrong; it should be his mom Zheng Fang doing it on purpose. Presumably, Zhou Yunyun on the other end of the phone was blushing with embarrassment in front of her mom. Previously, Zhou Yunyun lagged behind in coursework due to hospitalization, so she didn’t go home this time. But since the school is on holiday, according to his biological mom’s habit, she’d probably call Zhou Yunyun home to celebrate the festival. Tan Wenbin stood up and called out to Lin Shuyou: "Ah You, accompany me to answer the phone." Tan Wenbin took Lin Shuyou to answer the phone. "Xiao Yuan." Li Sanjiang’s voice came through. Li Sanjiang chuckled and sat down on his wicker chair. "Grandmaster, it’s cold, sitting here in the wind can easily catch a cold." "Don’t worry, though I’m old, your Grandmaster rarely gets sick easily." In his lifetime, even when he was in the national army in the past, he came down from several battlefields without being scratched by shrapnel. The only time he was in poor health and had a major bleeding was when Li Zhiyuan just arrived. During that time, not only did he dream of running with zombies at night, but he also woke up covered in injuries. However, Li Sanjiang never believed it had anything to do with Xiao Yuan; even if it was related, it wasn’t actually a problem. "Little Yuanhou, are you doing well in university?" "Everything’s good, all is well." "Do you have enough money to spend?" "I do. Most students aren’t as wealthy as I am; they don’t dress or eat as well as I do." "Hehe." Li Sanjiang nodded contentedly, "Indeed, we’re not a wealthy family, but it doesn’t matter. We’re willing to spend money." Li Zhiyuan cooperated with a laugh. "Come, let Grandmaster have a good look at you again." Li Sanjiang gestured for Li Zhiyuan to come closer, reaching out to grasp his great-grandson’s arm, squeezing and patting it. "Our family’s Little Yuanhou has really grown up, haha, has the aura of a big man." "I’m a kid; of course, I’m growing every day." "Growing isn’t just about height." Li Sanjiang pointed to his own eyes, "Your Grandmaster’s eyes are the measuring tape, do you believe?" "Tut, look at my great-grandson, already has the air of accomplishing great things. When he truly grows up, he’ll be exceptional. Alright, go back to sleep; after traveling today, you’re surely tired." "Grandmaster, you should also go inside and rest early; don’t stay out in the wind." Li Zhiyuan returned to his room, lay on the bed, folded the quilt neatly before covering himself, and slowly lay down. Soon after closing his eyes, gusts of eerie wind began blowing through the tightly closed room. This time, Li Zhiyuan endured without moving and didn’t rush to open his eyes. After a while, when he could smell the moist scent at the tip of his nose and even started hearing droplets falling beside him, the young man slowly opened his eyes. Right above him, next to the headboard. A tight-fitting black cheongsam, a pair of bright red high heels, long, wet hair hanging down. The scene seen after falling into the water on the boat that day seemed to mark the beginning of a new life. And now, she appeared before him again. Little Huang Ying’s upper body slowly descended. Her hair tips gradually touched Li Zhiyuan’s chest, neck, chin, and side of his face. As she continued to descend, her hair also began to spread. This long hair, like a piece of black cloth, wrapped both their heads together, facing each other inside this black veil. She’s truly not pretty; the makeup is too heavy. However, she’s truly beautiful, whether in life or after death. "Though it might anger him, but I can still help you be free." Little Huang Ying is under the control of the one beneath the peach tree, but the extent of control is really hard to say. Yet, so far... Little Huang Ying, after avenging, could still exist without dispersing, which indeed is influenced by "him." Little Huang Ying shook her head. She refused the help from the young man. Li Zhiyuan understood, all of this was Little Huang Ying’s choice; "he" didn’t really make things difficult for her. Perhaps, in Little Huang Ying’s view, living without any attachments as a human, it’s better to continue existing this way. Possibly, it’s also because his presence helps Little Huang Ying offset the pain of becoming a wraith. When he is suppressed and dissipates, Little Huang Ying will also disappear along with him. Little Huang Ying’s forehead continued to lower, finally resting against Li Zhiyuan’s forehead. Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes, began to walk the dark path. "Little Huang Ying! Little Huang Ying!" "Look quickly, Little Huang Ying!" Li Zhiyuan found himself inside a dream, at Big Beard’s mother’s funeral. Little Huang Ying picked up the microphone and was ready to sing. Beside him were the excited Shitou, Hu Zi, Panzi, and Leizi. Children and adults alike applauded enthusiastically. Little Huang Ying showcased her figure and began her performance: "Even if thousands of songs drift on the road; Even if thousands of stars are brighter than the moon tonight." The song sounded the same as in memories, though it’s only been a year, it was already imprinted with the yellowing marks of time. At that moment, a man’s voice came from behind Li Zhiyuan: "You’re walking the Jiang..." The one beneath the peach tree, he reached out to Li Zhiyuan through Little Huang Ying. "Yes, I am walking the Jiang." "Did you learn from the black leather book I gave you...?" "Help me kill someone when you’re walking the Jiang..." The monthly ticket task is completed, need to add an extra Chapter. Mainly, I update ten thousand words daily, with no draft, all written on the spot; writing time usually requires a full day, so it’s hard to produce an extra Chapter instantly. But don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll strive to write a bit more, integrating the extra update into the word count of the ! It’s the last day of the month, monthly tickets will be reset, so those of you with monthly tickets, just vote for Dragon!