Song Tan's Notes

The car drove safely back to Yunqiao Village.

As they got off the bus, Qin Yun and He Kuang were still encouraging each other:

"With my typing speed, I can finish 4000 words in an hour without getting stuck! I'll go online, take a quick shower, and then get to work without doing anything else!"

Moreover, he was full of confidence: "Then I'll book a room for 4000 and wait for you."

The two men were full of vigor and high spirits, but after taking a bath and sitting down, a wave of drowsiness washed over them.

Moreover, the nights in Yunqiao Village were exceptionally quiet. His wife and children were exhausted and had fallen asleep, their soft breathing making the surroundings seem even more tranquil.

I got up really early again this morning...

Qin Yun yawned, attempting to write down a detailed outline, but when he placed his hands on the keyboard, he remained motionless for a long time, his mind completely blank.

He sat there, shifting his body, as if trying to pull out his phone to scroll through Douyin (TikTok) or start a game.

After dawdling for a while, I saw the writing room and that he had written 56 words, so I felt inexplicably at ease.

No rush, no rush...

He thought to himself: Besides, my hand speed is only 2000, I'll take a nap first...

Late at night.

……

Song Tan, who was still awake, lay on the terrace, surrounded by swirling spiritual energy. The entire Yunqiao Village was shrouded in wisps of mist in her vision.

All was quiet. The plants and animals breathed heavily. Squirrels scurried over from the wall, and several cats, as if familiar with the place, lay down in the yard.

So, what did Lu Chuan mean by what he said today?

She closed her eyes, her consciousness slowly moving forward, her spiritual energy like tiny tentacles, silently sweeping across the roads, rooftops, and flowerbeds.

Then, I came to a familiar presence.

In the room, Lu Chuan had just finished washing up and was leaning against the bed with his phone still on the group chat page.

[The "Desperate Medication Sufferers Group"]

[Group member A: It's so hot, my Blue Moonstone Rose has all bloomed into a pancake shape...]

[Group member B: Blue rainy weather won't work even in summer]

[Group member C: My Blue Storm tree has been installed for a year, why hasn't it bloomed yet!]

Lu Chuan stared at the screen, hesitatingly opening the photo album. The picture of the pure blue rose he had carefully taken was checked and unchecked repeatedly...

But in the end, he chose a close-up of a rose focusing on only one blue petal:

[A blue rose given to me by my girlfriend]

Even though it was the middle of the night, the group members were still active, and one of them joked: "[The colors are photoshopped really well]!"

[AI Image! You know what, it actually looks pretty realistic.]

If there were roses this color, I'd buy them even if it meant going broke, hahaha!

That's not your turn yet; first of all, countless experts in this field would have to fly over.

The group members were chatting enthusiastically when the picture was suddenly taken down again.

Lu Chuan turned off his phone and lay down. The light from the bedside lamp shone on his smooth face, making it seem as if it had a jade-like glow.

He smiled silently, his handsome eyebrows and bright eyes revealing a serene expression.

Song Tan withdrew her spiritual sense and then opened her phone to search again—

Oh, there's no rose in the world that can be genetically engineered to be a pure blue.

But spiritual energy itself is irrational.

If we're talking about reason, why would we interfere with the life and death of flowers, plants, and trees?

She leaned on the railing, and smiled silently for a while when no one was around, before lying back down in the hammock on the terrace.

Amidst swirling and shifting spiritual energy, the entire Yunqiao Village was gradually enveloped in an invisible layer of mist, while Song Tan looked up at the inky night sky—

Layers of moisture gradually enveloped the area without anyone noticing.

It is going to rain.

……

Although moisture in the air is constantly accumulating, the weather forecast indicates that it will not rain until after two sunny days.

When Song Tan got up in the morning, she saw Lu Chuan standing in the yard, tilting his head back and shaking the empty bottle in his hand:
“They said they wanted to go fishing yesterday, but no one's up yet. I thought about it, and digging for earthworms would be a novel experience, so I'll leave it to them to do themselves.”

pretty good.

This is how city dwellers should live in the countryside; otherwise, how would they pass the time when there's not much entertainment?
Song Tan laughed too, then rushed downstairs: "How about we go on a date alone—shall we pick peaches? The eagle beak peaches are getting quite ripe."

Ulan heard this and couldn't help but sigh again:

What young people go on dates every day, always in the fields or on the ground?
These two have plenty of money and time, so why can't they go out and do what others do?

Going abroad is fine too!
After thinking for a moment, he added, "When you're picking them, pick a separate basket and I'll have Lingqi take it back."

Song Tan was instantly surprised: "When did my cousin arrive?" Wu Lan didn't know what to say about the child: "Wasn't yesterday Sunday? He came early in the morning and worked all day with the villagers. He also ate at the canteen on the mountain. He didn't tell us at all."

"He went to the fields again this morning. Before leaving, he said he wanted to bring breakfast for his girlfriend. That's when I found out he was there too..."

I went to the city for barbecue last night without bringing anyone along, how embarrassing!

Zhu Lingqi, however, didn't think so at all.

He was young and energetic, and every day after get off work he would go on dates with his girlfriend. On Saturdays, he would go to his girlfriend's house to tidy up and rest, or if necessary, clean the house.

I'll come to my uncle's house again on Sunday to do some chores for another day...

Hey!

He starts work at 8 a.m. on Monday, and it's only 5:30 now. If he works a little longer, takes a shower, and then drives to the city with breakfast by 7 a.m., he'll have plenty of time!
In short, I shared the delicious breakfast with my girlfriend, which meant I didn't take advantage of my uncle's family, I was considerate of my girlfriend, saved a lot of money on food, and also strengthened our family ties...

A win-win situation!
Despite his young age, Zhu Lingqi is very satisfied with his fulfilling life.

My aunt also said she would pick a basket of peaches for me today—oh my, their peaches are so expensive! In the past, Zhu Lingqi would never have accepted them.

In short, isn't it a waste to eat something that can be kept to sell for money?
But it's his girlfriend's father's birthday, and according to custom he has to offer him cigarettes and alcohol. Now that he has these peaches, wouldn't he save a lot of money?
It can also bring honor to your family!

My cousin is full of energy and vitality!

My cousin parked his car outside at 4:30 in the morning without saying a word, and started working again with the workers on the mountain.

But Song Tan was speechless.

Fine.

Lingqi's cousin's work wasn't for nothing; she was originally going to deliver these fruits to her aunts and uncles' homes anyway.

“I’ll pick two baskets, and then pack a separate box for my cousin to make it look nicer. Yanping doesn’t want to go back either, so I’ll ask my cousin to drive him there after work.”

"Hey, why don't you ask Old Zhao to deliver it!"

Ulan quickly said, "The fruit market is far from the city center. Your cousin would be heartbroken if he stepped on the gas like that."

Song Tan: ...Mom, if you keep talking, the peaches I'm going to send later will just be replaced with a red envelope of the same value and a basket of ordinary peaches that cost 10 yuan for three catties.

Otherwise, she would probably have to calculate the price even for a single bite.

Even Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Earlier, Wulan would definitely have tried to hide things from Lu Chuan, but now...

She said helplessly, "Look, your grandparents raised children who turned out to be either honest types like your dad, or like your uncle, and now there's someone like your aunt. It's amazing that each of them can live a fulfilling and enjoyable life..."

She won't comment on Song Dafang, but that doesn't mean he's not living a happy life.

In contrast, the children raised by the Wu family are quite ordinary.

Sigh, no matter how I think about it, it doesn't seem to have any unique features.

But then I thought about it again. Yanping still doesn't have a proper job. She graduated from a top university and now runs a bed and breakfast in the village, but she's still in debt.

Wu Lei, a perfectly good college graduate, has now returned to his village to raise cattle and horses instead of working as a farmhand in the city…

Despite his physical disability, Grandpa Tan Tan is now obsessed with weaving baskets and patterns, and he's even learning to weave straw mats... At seventy or eighty years old, he's at the prime of his life!
Thinking about it this way, Wulan felt that although their generation was ordinary, the older and younger generations were quite unique.

Song Sancheng listened silently for a long time, then took out his fishing rod from the warehouse:

"How many of them are fishing? When are they planning to fish? I know a good spot—"

Qiaoqiao was eating her rice when she suddenly said, "I know! Daddy's best place is deep in the riverbed, in that bend."

Song Sancheng smiled smugly: "Then you're wrong, it's not there. If you used our earthworms to fish there, you'd catch them every time, what's the fun in that?"

"Fishing is all about the challenge!"

Qiaoqiao held her rice bowl and looked at him, opened her mouth, but then stopped talking.

He stopped talking, but Old Song's wife wouldn't let him off the hook: "It's because the fish in our river are too clever. If you don't dig up enough earthworms, they won't even bother with you, right? You just sit there every day and don't catch a single small fish."

"Where have you moved to now? You didn't move to the outside of our river, did you?"

When Song Tan initially leased the riverbank, he was referring to this section deep within the valleys on both sides.

The water here is deep and slow, the wind blows inward, the temperature is relatively stable, and the wind on the river is not so wild.

It is particularly suitable for both pasture planting and livestock breeding, including fish, shrimp and crabs.

But if you drive a small boat around the canyon, you'll reach the public section of the river ahead, where the water is much deeper and more expansive.

However, the gentle slopes on both sides have historically attracted many anglers...

Thinking of this, Ulan couldn't help but sigh, "Back then, when you rode your bicycle to pick me up from home, you complained that it was tiring and far. Now that it's time to go fishing, you're willing to go anywhere..."

Song Sancheng felt deeply wronged!
How can they be the same?!
It used to be a dirt road, with both uphill and downhill sections, all long and steep. Riding a bicycle alone was terrifying, let alone carrying someone.

How can you not be tired?
When he was cycling uphill, he would get off and push the bike directly.

Although fishing is a bit further away now, we have an electric boat at home! All we need is a vest, a sunshade, a small stool, a big water bottle, and everything else we need, and it's effortless!

But anyway, these are things that anglers can't possibly understand if you don't fish.
He snorted, deciding not to argue with Ulan anymore. (End of Chapter)