Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

Standing at a high place can be frightening.

But the scenery is indeed very beautiful, like a painting.

"Why don't we go down?" Zhuang Xing said.

"I want to watch a little longer," Yunling said.

For a moment, the world fell silent. Zhuang Xing didn't disturb her from enjoying the beautiful scenery. While she was looking at the scenery, he was looking at her.

Suddenly, he recalled that year when he wandered in the mural. That year, he was only focused on looking at the magnificent and mysterious scenery in the mural, and only focused on controlling the flying sword to fly higher and faster, wanting to fly to the end of the world. But at that time, he never turned around to look at the girl holding him behind him.

He wondered, while he looked around, where was the girl looking?

Just as he was lost in thought, Yunling suddenly said, "Zhuang Xing, do you know what I wanted most when I was three years old?"

Zhuang Xing paused for a moment, then shook his head.

When he was three years old, he had not yet met Yunling. When Yunling was three, he was just an infant in swaddling clothes and had only seen her a few times from afar.

Of course, he couldn't guess what was going on in the mind of someone he didn't even know.

Yunling said softly, "Although I was very young at that time, only three years old, my father stayed with me every day. Before going to bed, he would tell me about my mother. He told me that my mother was a very considerate person and that she cooked very well, especially her potstickers, which were fragrant and crispy."

"So I've always wanted my mother to come back. I think if I had a mother, I would be just like other children, and I would have a complete family."

"But I didn't wait for my mother to come back, and even my father left me."

Yunling said, "Actually, when I was three years old, what I wanted most was a home."

"This wish has never changed since I was three years old. What I want most now is a home."

As Yunling spoke, she turned to look at Zhuang Xing.

Today is a special day; not long ago, they witnessed a couple getting married.

The implication of these words is self-evident.

Zhuang Xing had already prepared his reply to Yunling, feeling that he had grown a lot since then.

Many things cannot be done by thinking only of oneself; a man must take responsibility.

Yunling is already sixteen years old. After the New Year, she will be seventeen. In this era, most women of this age are already married.

There's no need for Yunling to ask him to stay; he should take the initiative.

Chapter 299 No matter where you go

Above the clouds, Yunling looked at the boy in front of her; his face was blurred.

His soul was ethereal and intangible, like a wisp of smoke that could not be touched or touched. The moonlight, like mist, enveloped him, making him appear somewhat ethereal and intangible.

I'm really worried that he'll disappear like smoke in the next second and I'll never see him again.

Yunling inexplicably recalled that dark and colorless time when she was three years old and attended her father's funeral.

She didn't believe her father was dead. At three years old, she didn't trust anyone. She had been forcibly taken to her uncle and aunt's house. At night, when the adults were asleep, she would sneak out of the room.

That cold winter, she wore only thin clothes and walked alone through the snow, her limbs frozen stiff.

In the darkness and snow, she groped her way back to her home, back to that small thatched hut. In that dilapidated house, she found the wooden bed where she and her father used to sleep, lay down on it, and wrapped herself in the old bedding.

The quilt was stuffed with stiff straw and a little cattail fluff. Her father used to keep her warm, so she never felt cold. But when she lay alone on that bed, she realized what it felt like to have her limbs numb from the cold.

Even so, she was unwilling to go back to her uncle and aunt's house and warm herself by the small charcoal brazier.

She would rather freeze to death there; she wrapped herself completely in the blanket.

It wasn't until dawn that she heard someone calling her name.

Her second uncle and aunt found her. The two ordinary men and women were holding torches that were almost burned out. The torches were wrapped in old cloth and soaked with expensive lamp oil. Snow had fallen on their hair and clothes.

Her second uncle said something to her.

He said, "You were saved by your father's life."

After hearing this, she silently escaped from the hard, cold blankets.

So after that day, she started eating and sleeping properly.

She began to cherish every day, and she grew up slowly under the care of her second uncle and aunt.

But she still often stayed alone. She would sit by the gently flowing stream, lost in thought. She didn't know where to go; it seemed like there was no place for her here.

When adults see her, they quickly walk away, not daring to look at her for long.

Although she was young that year, she knew that these people disliked her. She felt that her second uncle and aunt didn't like her either. No one liked her, and everyone was hoping that she would disappear. She really wanted to leave alone, but then she would remember that sentence.

"You were saved by your father's life."

A person's life is such a heavy thing.

She tried her best to get through each day and not to cause trouble for her uncle and aunt. She did her own laundry and helped her uncle and aunt with it. She didn't have the strength to chop firewood, so she went to the wood forest to collect dry branches and to the bamboo forest to collect dried bamboo shoots.

She ate very little at every meal. Her uncle and aunt's family had a hard life. Back then, they only ate two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. She only ate a little bit and never dared to eat her fill.

And so, she endured five years.

In the village, she would avoid crowded places and go out to collect firewood and wash clothes. Occasionally, she would see a group of children gathered together, sitting on a stone, arm wrestling on a wooden stump where villagers usually drank tea and chatted, to see who was stronger.

She saw a boy sitting behind that wooden stump, beating several children who were taller than him.

At that time, she didn't think she would have any interaction with this boy.

She once thought those chaotic days would last a long time, but they eventually ended at sunset.

That evening, she carried a wooden basin to the waterwheel to fetch water and washed her hair, which had become dusty from gathering firewood.

Can you see it?

The boy, who was even younger than her, came to her side and asked her softly.

The boy, bathed in the setting sun, came to her side.

Her daily life suddenly underwent a tremendous change.

Together, the boy and she rescued the white mouse and found the jade slip.

The boy taught her to read and told her the stories written on the jade slip. They agreed to meet at a secluded hillside by the river in the evening, a meeting just for the two of them.

Gradually, she found herself looking forward to each evening. She could distinguish the unique footsteps. Other people's footsteps would frighten her and make her hide away, but the boy's footsteps made her feel safe.

Whenever she sees the sunset, she thinks of the boy's face; he always looks radiant.

The boy, holding a sharpened wooden stick, said he was going to catch fish in the river to nourish the two of them. They caught fish in the river, dug a pit under the small earthen slope, and lit a fire.

Beside the fire, Yunling removed the fish's scales, gutted it, and skewered it on a wooden rack to grill it.

Yunling spent more and more time with him. At the foot of that simple little slope, they had a blue stone pot, wooden bowls and chopsticks, a kitchen knife, a stool to sit on, and a small table to put the bowls on.

When they sat together talking and eating fish, Yunling often had this kind of illusion.

She felt like she had a home now.

That was an irreplaceable period of time for her.

The world in her eyes slowly began to come alive with color. When she watched the boy run freely with his arms outstretched, she couldn't help but run after him.

In the golden afterglow, she was afraid of falling behind. She was afraid that person would keep running forward and forward, and she would be left behind, never able to catch up with that figure.

But she didn't ask that person to wait for her; she didn't want to be a burden, much less a constraint.

She had already experienced that before; on that snowy night, she couldn't help at all, and could only shiver in a dark, cramped corner.

As she grew older, she gradually understood why her father always took her with him wherever he went: because she was just a child who might fall down even while walking.

She is no longer a child; she has grown up.

She didn't want anyone to worry about her falling anymore, so they watched over her all the time.

"Zhuang Xing, how many years have we known each other?" Yunling asked.

“This February will mark nine years,” Zhuang Xing said.

“Nine years…” Yunling counted each day she met him.

She wasn't pressuring the person in front of her for an answer; she just wanted to say that wherever you are, that's home.

Wherever you go, I will go with you.

She looked down at Yidu, which had become visible beneath the clouds. She hadn't had a chance to appreciate the scenery during her trip to Bizhong that year, but now she realized that the scenery above the clouds could also be beautiful.

Chapter 300 Be Bold and Do It

Zhuang Xing took a deep breath. The soul doesn't need to breathe; he was just preparing himself mentally.

He hadn't planned for today. In his mind, he should have waited until he turned fifteen, the age when men in the Great Yu Dynasty were legally allowed to marry and establish a household, before preparing the betrothal gifts and going to Yunling's house with his parents to propose marriage.

Today's unexpected situation surprised him a little. Although there were some minor hiccups, he is a very adaptable person and by no means a stubborn blockhead.

He knew exactly what to say and when to say it.

He felt he should make such a decision today.

He looked into Yunling's eyes and said, "Yunling, I'll be fifteen in two years. Will you wait for me?"

"I've always been here," Yunling said with a gentle smile, taking his arm in hers.

She's willing to wait even ten or twenty years, let alone two.

She wouldn't question the number as long as it came from Zhuang Xing's mouth.

"Yunling... there's something I want to ask you..." Zhuang Xing looked at the girl beside him, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"What is it?" Yunling turned to look at him. After sitting on the cloud for a while, she was no longer as scared as she had been at the beginning. Beautiful things always make people feel happy. What's more, she had received Zhuang Xing's reply, and a wonderful feeling came from her heart, as if she had tasted a sweet honey.

After a moment's thought, Zhuang Xing asked, "Do you like me?"

"I like it," Yunling said without hesitation.

Which type of preference?

Are there many kinds of "like"?

“Of course, for example… a younger sister’s affection for her older brother, an older sister’s affection for her younger brother…” Zhuang Xing said, “Don’t you sometimes feel like I’m your older brother?”