I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 12 A Black Pot

Thinking about this, he felt a little grateful to Jiang Yingzhu.

Li Yan hurried home, wanting to put his earlier idea into practice.

"Hey!"

As soon as he entered, Jiang Yingzhu, baring her teeth and claws, jumped out from the doorway, trying to scare him.

Normally, Li Yan would definitely tease her, but now he just wanted to prove the system's power.

He wasn't scared; instead, he gently rubbed Xiao Qingmei's face.

"Zhuzhu, you're amazing!"

Then he quickly walked into the bedroom.

Jiang Yingzhu: ?

"There's something wrong!"

Jiang Yingzhu wrinkled her nose and muttered to herself, her prank failing and Li Yan's inexplicable reaction causing her to be bewildered.

I stood there thinking for a long time, but I still didn't understand what he meant. Instead, I felt like I had been tricked.

Then, her eyes darted around, and she tiptoed towards Li Yan's room.

"Let me see what you're doing?"

Jiang Yingzhu quietly pushed the door open a crack, her sly eyes still unable to clearly see what was inside.

They were rooted to the spot by the intermittent, strange sounds!
"Ah~~~ um~~~~~ uh~~~~~"

Her eyes widened as she saw Li Yan sitting with his back to her at the desk, seemingly looking at something and making strange noises.

Concentrating intently, completely absorbed!
It was accompanied by deep breathing and arm movements.

Suddenly remembering something, Jiang Yingzhu slammed the door shut, her face flushed, and instinctively complained:
"Aunt Fang! Li Yan is watching porn!"

Li Yan, who was enjoying the feeling brought by the system's cultivation of music knowledge, was startled when he heard the door close.

Then they heard Jiang Yingzhu's voice outside the door.

Instantly, Li Yan's heart skipped a beat; the sky had fallen!
When Jiang Yingzhu was a child, she would be frightened by him and would subconsciously tell on him.

But dude, you're tattling too?

Besides, he hasn't done it yet.

"System! Stop! Stop now!"

The system silently controlled Li Yan's hands, making him simply flip through the music book while continuing to hum.

Done!

Li Yan just wanted to look up at the sky.

Because a huge pot fell from the sky, and he couldn't dodge it!
"No, why do I have to experience this kind of social death again? The thing is, I didn't even have it this time!"

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Fang Qingye's voice came from the doorway:

"Xiao Yan, dinner's ready."

"understood."

Li Yan spoke stiffly, standing up like a walking corpse.

Sitting in the restaurant, he could clearly feel the meaningful gazes of the two women at the table.

"You've misunderstood. I'm learning music, learning to sing."

"Oh," Jiang Yingzhu replied dryly, perhaps realizing she had inadvertently tricked him. She then placed a large mouthful of her favorite stir-fried pork into Li Yan's bowl.

"Eat more, study hard next time, and I promise I won't bother you."

"I am truly learning."

The two women nodded repeatedly, but Li Yan noticed that most of the dishes in front of him were meat, along with a plate of scrambled eggs with chives.

Okay, he gave up.

Li Yanhua, driven by grief and indignation, developed a voracious appetite and began to steal Jiang Yingzhu's stir-fried pork.

Little Qingmei picked up one, and he picked up the same one too.

At first, Jiang Yingzhu remained unmoved, upholding the fine Chinese virtue of humility and deference.

With half the meat gone, Jiang Yingzhu was restless, unable to swallow the spicy pepper in her mouth, and tapping her chopsticks on the rim of the bowl with a restless rhythm.

With only a third of the meat left, Jiang Yingzhu couldn't resist any longer.

clap clap clap! !

The sound of chopsticks clattering came from behind her. Ms. Fang shook her head and slapped Li Yan's hand away.

"Don't bully Zhuzhu."

Shaking his head, Li Yan ate quietly, then noticed a small hand repeatedly scooping away his Kung Pao Chicken.

Even without seeing her face, you can tell that the hands belong to Jiang Yingzhu.

Under Ms. Fang's glance, Li Yan grasped the Taoist concept of "non-action is better than action" and chose to eat something else.

If you don't confront your enemies, naturally no one can contend with you.
After washing up, Li Yan lay in bed when a notification sound came from his phone.

My childhood sweetheart sent me a QQ message.

A QQ name card
The following is a voice message.

"Li Yan, since you behaved well today, I'll take pity on you and give you Qianqian's QQ number. As a thank you, just make me breakfast for a semester."

Ignore the last sentence and Li Yan types.

Yan: Did you get their permission?
Zhu Zhu: Are you teaching me how to do things? .JPG
Zhu Zhu: Relax, relax, how could I not know something you already know?
Yan: Okay, I'll add it then.
Li Yan didn't hesitate. He glanced at the business card. The profile picture was of a black and white cartoon girl, and the nickname was "Rainy Season Never Comes Again."

Li Yan remembered that this was the title of one of Sanmao's books.

However, nicknames, like signatures, change from time to time.

And adolescence is the most difficult time to talk about.

When he first came back, he cleared out his QQ space overnight.

I sent the verification request, and it was approved in less than a minute.

Li Yan felt there wasn't much to talk about for the time being, so he posted his own name.

The person on the other end was clearly not asleep and sent their name as well.

Even through the screen, he could almost feel the awkwardness on the other end.

As for him, he wasn't embarrassed.

But I wasn't interested in talking about it.

Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to meet during the three years of high school.

With the help of the system, it's not impossible for him to attend the same university.

After changing the note, Li Yan turned off the light and went to sleep.

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In the elegantly furnished room with a touch of girlish charm, Mei Mengqian curled up in bed looking at her phone.

Seeing that no further messages were coming from the other end, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

On her phone screen was Li Yan, whom she had just added, and she was currently browsing his social media profile.

However, when you click on it, it's completely blank.

Did they block me?

She felt a little uncomfortable and thought to herself that she should block him now.

But then I felt that he had already seen most of my profile, so there was no need for him to do so.

Just then, a message flashed across the top of the screen.

Zhu Zhu: So, did you add him? Has that guy been bothering you?
Zhu Zhu: If he dares to harass you, I'll beat him up tomorrow.
Mei Mengqian replied immediately.

Qianqian: No
Qianqian: But why is there nothing in his profile?

Zhu Zhu: Oh, that? He's such a goofball, he cleared out the entire space.
Zhu Zhu: Do you want to see it? I have screenshots.
Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian bit her lip, feeling that this was a bit strange.

But my hands wouldn't obey me.

Qianqian: Hmm

Zhu Zhu: You can't just say one word.
Qianqian: Mm
Mei Mengqian received a series of screenshots after typing just two words.
She quickly checked her phone signal and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the WiFi was connected.

Then, I started reading.

Half an hour later, the girl's gaze suddenly fixed on a photograph.

That was also a signature, only it was handwritten and then photographed and uploaded.

The content she wrote was different from the cringeworthy or sentimental childish statements she had seen before; it contained only four words: "Live up to your youth."

She glanced at the posting date; it seemed to have been just a few weeks ago.

She wasn't intimidated by the words, but rather by the flowing, elegant calligraphy above.

"This word"

Mei Mengqian frowned and examined it carefully for a while. Suddenly, she sat up from the head of the bed, went barefoot to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out an iron box.

Turn the combination lock to open the box, inside is a stack of envelopes.

She pulled out one of the letters and unfolded it.

Then I laid the phone screen and the letter side by side on the desk. The ink marks on the yellowed paper looked a bit more immature than the four characters in the phone picture.

It lacks some of the weighty, age-like force, but one can glimpse a similar spirit in the turns of the brushstrokes.

She had read the letters many times and was very familiar with the handwriting.

Whether it's the form and spirit, or the handwriting left by the penmanship habits.

Both of these indicate that the two different handwritten works were written by the same person.

Mei Mengqian picked up her phone, the screen's dim light reflecting in the girl's trembling pupils as she stroked the signature on the letter.

Coincidence?
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