How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

As I walked through the streets, the area became increasingly secluded and the path more difficult to navigate. I decided to find a relatively clean large rock, sit on it, and begin writing in my diary for the day.

Ah... I'm spacing out...

The weather has been getting colder lately, and winter is just around the corner. Once it gets cold, it's even harder to get out of bed.

How could this be? I remember I used to get up early to go to the classroom to study, and I was almost always the first one there. I never paid attention to the temperature fluctuations. How did I become so lazy?

Ah, Mom is right, her doting will spoil me rotten.

However, being so tiring in my past life must have been exhausting. Just like the food I love, I get tired of eating too much of it, and the music I love to listen to, I get tired of setting as my alarm. Was I injured by being so tiring in my past life?

To spend a few short years covering the path of decades to come, and then spend the next few decades repeating the same predictable days, the word "ambition" is almost irrelevant to me; I just don't want to disappoint my parents.

Never mind, this cultivation world isn't as scary as I imagined. Maybe the cultivators here are indeed cultivating to become immortals.

I've never met an immortal, so I won't make any rash comments. Being content with the status quo is my current motto; the greatest happiness is to live without any unexpected events.

Look at those red maple leaves in the distance. The colder it gets, the redder they become, like burning flames, trying to rebel against the tyrant called severe cold.

But when winter comes, it can only fall slowly.

I've been green, matured, and burned brightly, but ultimately I couldn't survive. Maple leaves are like a person's life, and also like my brief past life.

But now that I've been reborn, what about those maple leaves?

If it falls to the ground, can it transform into a spirit and continue burning?

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept up the maple leaves scattered on the ground, turning the sky a fiery red. In a daze, I thought I saw a tiny figure leap out from among the maple leaves—had it truly transformed into a fairy?

"Well……"

The petite figure seemed a little scared, but in the end, curiosity overcame fear, and the girl mustered her courage to ask, "Big brother, what are you doing?"

He seemed to be the same age as her, but this boy seemed different from the other children. Xiao Hongli thought she had seen him at home before, which eased her fear a little.

"Oh? It's from Uncle Hong's family..."

Xiao Heiyang paused for a moment, then, against the light, he could finally see the little figure in front of him clearly: "Is your name Xiao Li?"

"Eh?"

Little Hongli had somehow climbed onto the boulder and curiously poked her head in: "Does brother know me? Hmm, actually, it could be the younger brother, but I feel like the older brother is more likely."

"You should call me brother. I remember they said that my birthday is three days earlier than yours."

"Huh? It's only three days apart? That means if I had been born earlier, I could have been the older sister!"

Hongli sighed, "What a pity..."

"Oh, it's nothing really..."

Hei Yang subconsciously turned the diary in his hand around, looking at the girl's cute, porcelain-doll-like face with a hint of confusion, and explained somewhat awkwardly.

"My brother is writing in his diary. You can't just let anyone read your diary."

What is a diary?

"That's right, just write down everything that happens each day, but you don't actually need to write it down every single day."

Hei Yang closed the diary, propped himself up with his hands, looked up at the late autumn sky, and said with a hint of melancholy, "If I write this down, I won't forget who I am one day."

Hmm, I don't quite understand...

"Everything we do involves a process of going from understanding to not understanding, right..."

"There are many exceptions, like crying right after birth..."

"You little rascal, you're quite the argumentative one."

What is a "bar"?

"it means……"

"..."

"Oh, I see. You know so much, brother."

"Ha, there's nothing to brag about. But what about you? What are you doing here?"

"Ugh, it's so embarrassing to talk about..."

"Haha, it's okay if you don't want to say it, don't look so embarrassed."

"Oh, it's nothing really, it's just... it's just that old lady in town who sells juice, um, the best one, do you know her, brother?"

"Is it the one who likes to carry a small fan regardless of whether it's winter or summer?"

"Yes, it's that old lady. I wanted to buy juice, but I forgot my money. I wanted to go home to get it, but I was too embarrassed to tell my parents..."

"That old lady is indeed quite old."

I don't know... um... let's not talk about that..."

"Ah?"

"It's okay, pretend I didn't say anything. Xiaoli, don't be embarrassed to tell your parents. They definitely won't mind this kind of thing."

"really?"

"Uh, I was just kidding, after all, they're not my parents."

"..."

I think I made my first friend. When my parents and uncles saw us walking back hand in hand, they looked a little surprised.

I could clearly sense that there was a fire burning in my uncle's eyes, and he probably wanted to burn this brat who was getting close to his daughter to ashes!

However, Uncle really misunderstood. How could a five-year-old understand the difference between boys and girls? I just treated Xiaoli as a friend. We chatted and laughed together, and respected each other. This feeling was quite nice.

【…】

【…】

I went to play with Xiaoli today. That's all for my diary entry.

【…】

【…】

Xiao Li came to my house for the first time today. She wore a little white dress and looked very pretty, but she seemed a little unhappy. Did I do something wrong?

[Oh, so Xiaoli doesn't like wearing skirts. What a unique girl.]

【…】

It's Chinese New Year, and luckily I was prepared this time. I quickly evacuated when all my relatives arrived.

As expected, Xiao Li was wandering around in familiar territory. I'll just kidnap her, okay?

【…】

【…】

Time seems to be getting shorter and shorter, and the days are passing by faster and faster. It's almost Chinese New Year again!

【…】

【…】

Today, Xiaoli and I discussed our views on life, relationships, and the world. We discovered that we have a lot in common, and some of our views and beliefs are almost identical. Could this be what they call another me in the world?

Xiao Li seemed quite interested in my lazy lifestyle philosophy. Today, we didn't wander around aimlessly; we spent the entire day lying on that giant rock we first encountered.

【…】

[My apologies, my apologies, has the light in Xiaoli's eyes dimmed a little? I always feel guilty for leading the little girl astray...]

[Ha, no way, this is clearly a healthy lifestyle, um... that's what I told Xiaoli!]

[It's the change of seasons, and it's hard to find Xiaoli's favorite juice lately. I took her to get some hot milk, and she seemed to really like it.]

【…】

We found the guesthouse next door to be a great place; we could sit and relax all day and even enjoy fruit juice and milk.

We haven't been talking much lately, not because we've had any arguments, but because we can often guess what the other is going to say without them even having to say it. We're basically communicating purely through our eyes.

【…】

[I'm going to play with Xiaoli, so I'll stop writing now.]

【…】

We've started talking more together again, but instead of discussing our opinions, it's turned into all sorts of rants and rave. We chat about pointless things all day long, and I really enjoy this leisurely life.

【…】

It's been twelve years since I met Xiao Li. I used to think that making friends with Xiao Li would be the starting point for me to integrate into this world, but after all these years, it seems that Hong Li is still the only one I can truly call a friend.

Am I integrating into this world, or am I pulling Hongli along to draw a line between myself and this world?

At either end of the boundary are us and them.

【…】

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[This was my first time trying alcohol, and I'd never tasted anything like it in my past life. Back then, I was busy studying, and my parents forbade me from participating in those activities, saying I'd be led astray by bad kids and become a delinquent...]