Song Tan's Notes

Full of confidence, Song Sancheng began to pack his fishing gear.

He knew that Lu Chuan's friends were all wealthy and their fishing rods were certainly not bad, so he brought his most expensive fishing rod today—the one Lu Chuan had given him.

But everything was ready, the sun was already up, and the temperature was rising rapidly, but no one at the guesthouse got up!

Hey!
He picked up the basket dejectedly: Why do people from the city love to sleep in so much?
"What are you doing?" Ulan called out to him from behind. There was no farm work to do today.

Song Sancheng hummed: "I'm going to the riverbank. There's a saying on Douyin that this book called 'Tiangong Kaiwu' has our ancestors' fishing secrets. I'll go and make one!"

He dares to do things like mixing chicken intestines with rice, just like others on Douyin dare to say such things!

To entertain Lu Chuan's friends, chickens and ducks are provided every few days on the riverbank. He had already told Chen Xi about it, and now he was going to fetch some to prepare.

Surely those city folks can't get up in the afternoon?
Only Qiaoqiao was confused, but then she decided to help her father: "Dad! I'll go fishing with you, I can use grass as a fishing rod!"

Song Sancheng immediately lost his temper: "A novice likes to win at cards, and it's the same principle as you catching fish! I don't need you, I'll fish myself!"

"Oh."

Qiaoqiao wrinkled her nose: "Dad, where are you fishing? I'll take Chen Chi there to paint."

Chen Chi likes to use oil pastels, and he likes to use colored pencils. Today they are going to draw "Dad Fishing" together!
Then compare it with Yun Danqing!
Song Sancheng: ...

Sometimes people are really jealous of their own children!

……

Song Tan and Lu Chuan are on the mountain.

Amidst the overwhelming greenery of the back mountain, hints of red can already be faintly seen.

Those were lush, fuzzy eagle-beak peaches, ripening perfectly under the sun, with a small patch of red appearing on their skin.

With its small, curved hook at the front, it looks delicious.

The only thing that's not romantic is that the flowers aren't pink enough, and because it's a fruit-bearing variety, the plant isn't very tall.

Since the trees are planted so densely that they can be easily picked, there's hardly any romance to be found walking among them. Instead, you not only have to bend over and lower your head, but you also have to be constantly wary of the branches reaching out and the tiny insects on the curled sides of the leaves.

In short, although they came for a date early in the morning, the two of them just walked slowly along the outermost row with baskets, picking out items at their own pace, and neither of them mentioned going inside.

Song Tan sighed regretfully, "This tree is too short. When the apples are ripe, I'll climb the tree and pick them for you. I'm good at climbing trees."

The apple trees in their yard were all large trees from an abandoned orchard they had previously purchased. They were abandoned because they were difficult to manage, being too tall and too big.

But Song Tan's family doesn't manage many projects. Picking the apples only requires a little effort. While others need to control costs, his family doesn't. They only care about how delicious the apples are, so they transported them all the way from afar without hesitation.

Now, after a year of growth, the branches are laden with tiny green fruits, which are quite adorable.

Lu Chuan couldn't imagine himself one day waiting under a tree for his girlfriend to climb up and pick fruit for him, but seeing Song Tan's expectant eyes, he couldn't help but smile.
"Okay. How will we carry that basket up there?"

It will break if you throw it down.

Song Tan thought for a moment: "I guess I'll tie a cloth bag around my waist? Don't worry, I'll only climb a few trees. I'll use that tall fruit picker for the actual picking."

Although it is slow and troublesome, it is still safe for employees.

Lu Chuan pondered for a moment: "I know how to make apple cinnamon rolls. They're delicious when heated up, with a unique aroma. How about I ask Boss Chang to help me find some high-quality cinnamon so we can make them and try them together?"

what……

Upon hearing this, Song Tan looked up at the peaches in front of her and started thinking about apples again.

After all, things that are hard to come by are rare. At home, you can eat any kind of Chinese food, but these kinds of Western-style desserts are only made by Lu Chuan when he's in the mood, and he doesn't like to eat them alone...

"Why don't you think about how to cook peaches first?"

"No apples? Peaches will do." Lu Chuan laughed heartily. "Whether making drinks or desserts, soft peaches are more commonly used. I need to think about crisp peaches—how about perilla peaches with ginger? Luckily, I have all the ingredients at home."

"And caramel peach mochi—I've only heard of it, I've never made it before, I'll look into it when I get back."

As the two chatted and laughed, Song Tan had already spotted a perfectly ripe peach and then reached out to twist it off.

Lu Chuan handed over the basket with a smile. As he put the peaches in, Song Tan suddenly asked, "Do you miss your life in the capital?"

The convenience and entertainment options in big cities are far beyond what this remote village can offer.

Although transportation is now well-developed, traveling still takes a lot of time.

For Lu Chuan, he has been in the village for half a year. Can he really adapt?
Lu Chuan thought about it seriously.

"There are some inconveniences."

"When I wanted to buy tickets for some performances, I thought it would be too much trouble to plan my trip, so I gave up."

"I wanted to book a housekeeping service, but then I realized I had plenty of time to do it myself, so I gave up."

"But apart from that, everything else is great, much better than in the capital."

He has his own space to be alone.

On the top floor of the guesthouse, he and Lu Jing each had two apartments, one on the left and one on the right. The apartments were even larger and more spacious than those in the capital, allowing them to customize the space to their liking.

He also had lively places where everyone ate together, went up and down the mountain together, sat by the river... The sports facilities were gradually completed two months ago.

The audio-visual system is available upstairs—he didn't like those crowded spaces anyway.

If I had to say there was anything I regretted...

He said earnestly, "Sometimes I want to make something in the middle of the night, but I don't have enough materials, so I can't call a delivery person to bring them."

The journey is too far; even if someone were to actually deliver it, he would probably have lost interest by the time it arrived.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously. "Haven't you always been quite casual about whether or not I should settle down here?"

Song Tan liked him very much, but that was all.

She wouldn't leave her hometown for him, nor would she change anything. If Lu Chuan were to leave one day, she would probably just pack up a lot of good things and put them in his car.

And then we said goodbye.

But what should we do?

The sun had risen, its rays filtering through the slender outline of the peach leaves and casting a faint blush on her cheeks.

When adult men and women talk about true love, they have long lost the innocence and courage of youth, and it even seems very unreal.

But Song Tan in front of him still delighted him.

It's quiet around her, and I enjoy doing things with her. Even when I realize she has a secret, I don't panic; instead, I feel a sense of peace and composure.

Lu Chuan pondered carefully, and couldn't help but reveal a slight smile again.

Song Tan looked at him, equally bewildered yet happy: "Before, I thought you were very casual about coming and going, but having someone accompany you in everything you do seems to make you quite happy."

Her memories of her past life were becoming increasingly hazy. As she wandered through the spiritual fields and deep mountains, she vaguely remembered walking alone, her feet treading on frost, against the direction of the morning glow...

It was a quiet yet resolute path.

It's completely different from having someone by my side now.

So Song Tan thought about it carefully and concluded, "I'm really happy that you'll stay." (End of Chapter)