Seeing that it’s almost Qingming, the Forestry Bureau’s two employees, one old and one young, cleverly scheduled their countryside investigation for the two days before the Qingming holiday, successfully turning their three-day break into five days. Who wouldn’t admire their cleverness at this! However, everyone at the office was quite envious and resentful about it, so to make sure their discontent wasn’t too obvious, the two of them properly took the equipment, picked up a cage, and earnestly headed to the countryside. It’s an endangered species! Previously, there was no mention of them here, but now they suddenly received a notification. The young guy even had to look up information online. But there shouldn’t be any big issues. First, the bird isn’t injured, and second, considering the past experience with the Long-tailed Pheasant, they probably don’t need assistance either. So, all the way until they arrived at Yunqiao Village, both of them were in quite a relaxed mood. Just that they hadn’t been here for half a year, how come the roads have become so easy to travel? The asphalt road is smooth and wide, compared to the last time when it was bumpy like a nightmare, now it really feels like a countryside outing. The two exchanged glances, feeling worried instead of pleased. If going to the countryside wasn’t challenging at all, would they still get a chance to do this work in the future? Would they still enjoy the perks of their proximity and persistent persuading? Nervous, nervous, the car stopped at the familiar villa entrance. The source of this content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 Honestly, the Chinese Merganser isn’t such a big deal in the eyes of the Song Family—ever since they saw the Long-tailed Pheasant cling stubbornly to the chicken coop, the endangered national level species seemed like just ordinary matters to them. Currently, Song Sancheng and his wife are busy in the fields, Seventh Uncle took out a piece of frozen meat to prepare for sautéed double-cooked pork for lunch. Aunt Lianhua is bustling about at home, waiting for the robot vacuum to clean each floor before tidying up and washing again. Everyone has their own things to do, who’s got time to care about some duck! So as the Forestry Bureau’s car parked at the entrance, apart from a few meowing cats, trying to charm their way into some food, there’s only a row of squirrels curiously staring at them from the wall. There’s not much food on the mountain lately, the squirrels have their eyes on the dried chestnuts in the warehouse. They don’t dare steal, but if they happen to catch Datian coming downstairs for a wander, they might manage to snatch some from its cheeks. Rice, soybeans, corn kernels, they’re not picky. The young guy, completely unaware, snapped a photo of the row of squirrels with his camera, "Truly full of pastoral charm!" But with the weather warming up, the squirrels are beginning to shed, making them not look their best in the photos. The two hesitated in the empty courtyard for a while, then turned their gaze towards the kitchen: "Hello, is anyone home?" At this moment, Song Tan is upstairs in Lun Chuan’s room, helping him pack. "Are you really moving to the guesthouse to live?" Song Tan sat by the bed watching him fold clothes, neatly and pleasingly. She wasn’t just watching, trying to lend a hand to demonstrate her girlfriend’s attentiveness, but when she bundled two wool sweaters together, Lun Chuan couldn’t help but chuckle and gently pushed her to sit by the bed: "Let me do it." He didn’t bring many clothes; most of them were still in the express boxes at the guesthouse, unorganized. But even with just the regular ones, he packed quite a big box. Seeing this made Song Tan feel sleepy: "You’re truly a homemaker..." Folding clothes, probably a skill she had in her previous life. Nowadays... the entire 2nd floor is her domain, with over 200 square meters, Zhao Fangyuan even set up a walk-in closet for her. But it’s of little use, as she only has a few clothes, just hanging them up is all she does. There’s no need for further organization. Currently, an off-white woolen dress hangs alone in the center position, barely counting as one of her few elegant outfits. Lun Chuan, half-kneeling in front of the suitcase, looked up and smiled at her after hearing this: "Complementing you, huh." "And besides, I’ve lived here long enough; it’s time to move." Song Tan leaned over, directly lying on his back—there aren’t many fitness devices at home, but Lun Chuan has developed the habit of exercising, and he hasn’t slacked off. A heavy weight suddenly pressed on him, the muscles on his back instantly tensed and then relaxed. The spring wool sweater was light and soft, allowing her to easily feel the hot temperature through the ground, along with the smooth contour of his waist and back. Extending from the neck toward the collar were scars that hadn’t faded, Song Tan wrapped her arms around his neck and instinctively pressed her lips for a kiss, then whispered: "Living here, we can get up together, have breakfast together, and even watch movies together at night..." Lun Chuan slightly turned his head, their noses touched, allowing them to see each other’s dense eyelashes and gentle eyes. He gently gathered Song Tan’s hair with a helpless smile: "But I don’t want to just do those things." The top attic of the guesthouse has about 240 square meters of space, with Lun Jing’s room on the left side, covering 80 square meters. Whereas Lun Chuan’s space perfectly suits his living habits from the Imperial City, subtly blending Song Tan’s life traces, it’s a house that even Lao Song’s family would be very satisfied to visit. In nature, a male bird seeking a mate not only displays its beautiful feathers and shape but also demonstrates its ability to build a nest. Rural residential land is rare, and what he can do is make sure that wherever they are, Song Tan doesn’t have to adapt to anything new and that each place feels like a familiar home to her. At this moment, he turned around, wrapping her in his arms from the waist: "This is your home, and here I want to be more respectful to you." "But if you’d like, that colorful house could be your other home—we can have meals, watch movies, do whatever we want together." He even prepared a kitchen: "Want a midnight snack, no problem, I can cook anything." If not, it’s easy to learn. Song Tan looked at his smiling eyes and embraced him back, then sighed contently: "Hmm, I’m quite satisfied." "But..." she curiously asked: "Didn’t you say Qiaoqiao could live there? Where will Qiaoqiao stay?" With Lun Chuan’s thoughtfulness, he naturally wouldn’t forget, now he couldn’t help but chuckle: "Did you forget? Qiaoqiao likes the big rooms in the guesthouse, each with a different style, wanting to try them all." Regular rooms aren’t exciting; of course, rooms with different themes are more intriguing! Moreover—"There’s also a walk-in closet just for you there, which I’m gradually filling up. In a couple of days, you can go check if you like it." He couldn’t help but laugh: "Zhang Yanping and the others tease me for changing clothes every day, while you only have outdoor and sportswear, quite discontented. Blame me for being too showy... so I hope you like my taste."