I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Have you been to Morocco?

The sea breeze, carrying a faint salty tang, swept past the rows of still coconut palms. Instead of scrambling with the tourists to collect the scattered seashells, the two of them leisurely sat down on the beach again.

"how do you know?"

Jiang Chen wanted to roll his eyes. "I'm not deaf."

"Yes, I've been there once."

Jiang Chen gave a thumbs up, "Impressive! How many countries have you been to?"

He Yihui stroked her hair and shook her head, "I can't remember."

Jiang Chen wanted to laugh, but couldn't quite manage it. That was the difference. While others were exploring the world on foot, he was still holed up in his dorm room playing video games with Luo Peng and the others.

How many languages ​​do you speak?

Amidst a mingled sigh of mixed emotions and the sound of the tide, Jiang Chen turned his head and asked an even simpler question.

He Yihui counted on her fingers, "English, French, German, Korean, Spanish, Arabic..."

Jiang Chen felt incredibly frustrated, wishing he could slap himself. Why did he have to say so much? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Being able to learn so many languages ​​requires more than just hard work; it's a natural talent.

"Now you don't need to go through so much trouble. Technology is changing the world. With just a mobile phone or a watch, you can travel to most countries on Earth."

A blatant attempt to save face, to avoid losing too much face in front of others.

He Yihui nodded and chuckled, "But technology wasn't this advanced back then. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have studied it."

How considerate she is!

Miss He's gentleness made Boss Jiang feel ashamed. He hesitated for a moment, then finally said objectively, "It is still useful. After all, what if the electronic device runs out of power or gets stolen? I didn't expect you to have such a great talent for language."

He glanced at the other person sideways, looking at him with newfound respect.

"It's alright. I think languages ​​are quite easy to learn. All methods lead to the same goal. As long as you grasp the rules, you can apply them to other areas. But psychology is different."

Jiang Chen's shoulders jerked, and his neck twisted even more. "You studied psychology?"

"I'm somewhat interested."

Miss He remained noncommittal.

The person, of course, knew the other was feeling guilty, and immediately slapped their thigh, saying, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"say what?"

He Yihui's eyes showed confusion.

"Since you know psychology, you should have advised that Moroccan and given him some psychological counseling. Isn't this a waste of my $100,000?"

Boss Jiang is good at keeping accounts, and this also proves that the father and daughter who escaped from their desperate situation were not actors he hired.

"Not all diseases can be cured by doctors. That Moroccan man is also a doctor, so why couldn't he cure his daughter's autism?"

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment, then chuckled and looked at the rolling white waves not far away, "No wonder you study psychology, so insightful."

Yes.

If it weren't for the money, how would you advise someone in that situation?
—Where there's life, there's hope.

—The money is gone, but the people are still here. The father and daughter are both alive and well, so life can always go on.
This is no different from someone complaining about how hard their life is, and an expert advising them to go and see the vegetable market at three in the morning.

Is life about comparing whose suffering is heavier?

Or should we seek pleasure and satisfaction from the more tragic lives of others?

"Everyone who sees it gets a share; I'll contribute half."

He Yihui bent her legs, rested her elbows on her knees, and supported her chin with one hand, her two bare feet covered in gravel.

"Loyal and righteous."

Jiang Chen praised him, then immediately asked, "Transfer or cash?"

"Come home with me later to get it."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen's expression changed instantly, and he decisively shook his head, "I'm not going."

He Yihui seemed to understand his concerns, her voice as soft as the sand beneath her, "We have invisibility magic, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

After receiving his teachings, the other party seemed to have truly unlocked his full potential, and his humor and wit have greatly improved.

How are you feeling?

Jiang Chen chose to change the subject.

"Nothing happened."

Being able to climb down from the building requires considerable agility.

Moreover, judging by her figure, she is definitely not a delicate, frail woman.

Since the other party said it was nothing, Jiang Chen didn't pretend to be upset and calmed down to appreciate the beautiful night view of the seaside.

A head rested on his right shoulder, accompanied by the ticklish sensation of hair rubbing against his skin.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved.

Aren't you embarrassed?

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Mommy didn't say anything, so you don't need to worry."

"And you."

Jiang Chen spoke, inhaling the fragrance of her hair that couldn't be masked by the salty smell, "Have you thought it through?"

The head remained unmoved, summed up in one sentence: "Do you think I'm a promiscuous woman?"

"Don't you feel wronged?"

Jiang Chen grabbed a handful of sand.

"Do you think Mommy is being wronged?"

"..."

Although he shouldn't laugh, Jiang Chen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. "Fourth Madam probably doesn't regret it. If she could live her life again, she would definitely make the same choice."

He Yihui, who grew up in a special family, took over the conversation, leaning comfortably on the man's shoulder, "So there's no fixed explanation for happiness and grievance. Everyone has different standards. I think what you said makes a lot of sense."

Which sentence?

It wasn't that he was pretending to be confused; Jiang Chen genuinely hadn't realized what was happening.

He Yihui stretched out her finger and playfully poked his heart, saying, "If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day and night?"

Jiang Chen smiled, but at the same time, his heart was surging like the waves of the sea.

"My requirements are not high, I just need to come to Haojiang once a month."

Oops.

It's too early to be moved.

They're already making demands?
"A month? I'm afraid that won't work."

Jiang Chen looked troubled.

"Two months."

He Yihui gave in.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, he just sighed.

"Three months."

That's too easy to negotiate!
Judging from her tone, this must be her bottom line.

You have to understand how convenient transportation is these days; it's not like the era of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl anymore.

"You know, when you're in the world, you're not always in control of your own destiny. All I can say is I'll try my best."

Taking advantage of the other person's understanding, someone even got cocky.

He Yihui sat up straight. "Isn't the world of martial arts all about human relationships and social customs? Even my aunt isn't this domineering."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then felt both amused and exasperated, unsure how to respond.

"Tell me, and I'll go and communicate with them."

"..."

Jiang Chen's eyelids twitched. In fact, he had expected it. This was another female knight-errant who was not bound by worldly constraints.

"My request is not excessive."

He Yihui continued.

Three months, a quarter, is indeed not excessive, not at all.

but.

Your family's situation is extremely rare, perhaps only a handful in the world.

On the other end.

Princess Cao was also enjoying life, taking a walk after dinner, except that she wasn't by the water, but in a park.

Of course.

Like Comrade Jiang Chen, she also had someone accompanying her.

That's right.

Ding ding ding ding—

This was none other than the unwavering Song Shao.

The weather in Kyoto is not like that in Haojiang; the wind is biting and the breath you exhale casts a hazy shadow under the streetlights.

Both are male and female characters, but the distance between them in Kyoto is not so close. There is a half-body gap between them, and their shadows on the ground never overlap as they walk.

Be careful not to catch a cold.

at last.

Song Shao bravely took a step forward, took off his coat, and draped it over the woman he had known for decades.

Cao Jinse glanced at him. "Aren't you cold?"

"It's cold. But I can handle it."

Cao Jinse raised her eyebrows slightly, clearly surprised. The old Song Chaoge would never have said such a thing; she almost mistook the person standing next to her for someone else. "Then you're cold, speak."

Cao Jinse didn't make a fuss; after putting on the other person's coat, she did feel much warmer.

Achoo!

God will punish everyone who is stubborn.

After walking only a hundred or two meters, Song Shao's will remained as strong as steel, but his body began to protest.

It's also because Kyoto's climate is so unforgiving.

Air seeped into my collar like ice crystals, making me shiver.

"Take it."

Princess Cao did not make fun of the other party, but immediately took off her coat and handed it back.

"fine."

Song Chaoge rubbed his nose, still trying to put on a brave face.

"You're not a twenty-year-old anymore, why are you still so stubborn? Don't you know that some things can't be forced?"

Princess Cao emphasized, her tone leaving no room for argument, "Put it on."

Song Shao exhaled a warm breath, his charming nose slightly red from the cold, accepting the other party's... gentleness.

Achoo!

He put his coat back on, and then sneezed again.

"Forget it, let's go back. You'd better take some cold medicine."

Taking a walk outdoors in this kind of weather is already somewhat inappropriate, so now you understand what "right time" and "right place" mean.

"Let's walk a little further."

Song Shao was quite stubborn.

"You're not afraid of the cold, but I am."

Princess Cao smiled, clearly out of concern, and pressed, "Are you leaving or not? If not, I'm leaving."

"Then grant me one request."

"..."

Princess Cao remained silent for a moment, revealing nothing, then asked, "What are your requirements?"

"It seems like it's been a long time since we've taken a photo together."

What?

Princess Cao was clearly caught off guard, and even somewhat bewildered.

That guy doesn't seem to be that poetic either.

"Photograph?"

She confirmed it.

"Ah."

Song Chaoge nodded.

Your childhood friend wants to take a picture with you, especially since they just treated you to a meal. Is it okay to refuse? Even if it's a bit absurd.

"Take the picture."

Princess Cao made the choice that 99% of people would make; the remaining 1% belong to the mentally ill, similar to those with autism.

Song Chaoge took out his phone. As a proper young nobleman, he would never do anything sneaky. When he said he wanted to take a picture, he simply took a picture without any other movements. He held the phone up in one hand, with the camera pointed at the two of them. At most, he just leaned his head closer to Princess Cao.

Princess Cao gave a gentle smile.

"Snap—"

hiss.

You know what?

When the image is frozen in time and locked in the phone, how come the environment suddenly has a touch of romance?

Send me a copy.

Cao Jinse said, "Can we go now?"

As they left the park, Song Chaoge didn't offer to see them off, because he knew the other person wouldn't let him.

Both sides got into their own cars and went back to their homes.

Cao Jinse was driving, her phone in the glove compartment on the center console, but the screen never lit up.

Didn't I say I'd send her a copy?
Forgot?
The city lights streamed through the windshield, casting shadows on her serene face, but she seemed oblivious.

"Ding--"

According to the law of conservation of energy.

If you haven't received the photos you were supposed to receive, there's only one possibility.

It was sent elsewhere.

This is not.

Mr. Jiang, who was on a date at Hac Sa Beach in Haojiang, suddenly received a ring on his phone.

He took out his phone and saw that the contact name was Song Chaoge. He immediately tried to put the phone back in his pocket.

Why don't you look?

"Song Dynasty Song".

He said with certainty, "It's definitely not going to be anything good."

He Yihui became even more interested, "How about I take a look for you?"

Don't you have a cell phone?
Asking to look at someone else's phone is a very offensive and boundary-breaking behavior, but relationships are different now.

Jiang Chen didn't think much and casually handed her the phone, even thoughtfully unlocking it beforehand.

He Yihui opened the unread message and a photo with an indescribable atmosphere popped up.

He Yihui consciously zoomed in on the photo with two fingers, and then her expression became a little strange.

"for you."

She quickly shoved her phone back. In fact, a cunning woman would have turned off her phone at this point and pretended nothing was wrong. She was just too straightforward.

"What are you doing."

Jiang Chen was puzzled. He picked up his phone, which had slipped onto the sand, patted it, and then looked down at it.

All right.

His expression also became quite interesting.

can only say.

—What a talent!

I was forced to delete the photos of myself and Kim Joo-hyun at the roadside stall, but then he sent me some more photos.

"He is trying to sow discord."

He Yihui's analysis was also a reminder.

Mr. Jiang remained silent for a moment, then nodded. "I know."

"Ignore him."

He Yihui said, "That will make him very anxious."

"..."

I can't help but laugh.

Jiang Chen's lips twitched, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to maintain his serene and unwavering demeanor.

“He’s different from ordinary people. Ordinary people would get really anxious, but if you ignore him, he’ll just feel secretly pleased.”

Heroes cherish heroes.

"What should I do?"

He Yihui stared at her phone, seemingly ignoring the woman in the photo.

How to do?
He didn't know either.

They completely disregard the rules.

They had just had a pleasant collaboration, and although the collaboration had ended, they should have at least maintained a honeymoon period for a while. But what happened?

They'll come and disgust you right away.

No wonder he kept giving the other party such a malicious evaluation.

What do you mean?

Avoiding conflict is not in Jiang Chen's nature; he responded directly, and in a verbal message!

But they weren't so rude.

The other party is typing...

About half a minute later, a string of text appeared.

"There was a sentence in the textbook that said the heart appears on day 21, and the heartbeat begins around day 30, and never stops until death. Please shake your heart again, even if you are filled with despair. Life is a long and vast journey."

"..."

"..."

Silence fell instantly.

It was just the gentle murmur of the sea breeze.

Looking closely at the phone in someone's hand, He Yihui paused, opened her mouth, but couldn't come up with any effective solutions.

Jiang Chen didn't panic when his strategist was instantly killed. Although he was also caught off guard, he quickly regained his composure after a brief moment of disarray, took a deep breath, picked up his phone, and put the microphone to his mouth.

Where did you copy it from?

"Pfft-"

He Yihui finally couldn't hold back any longer, clutching her stomach, her body trembling uncontrollably. (End of Chapter)