I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 218 Oh

The steam rising from the steaming white porridge was blown away, just like sunlight dispelling the morning mist.

After breakfast, Li Yan and Jiang Yingzhu stood outside the door with small bags on their backs, looking at the Hua Junshu tree that stood opposite them in front of the door.

"Senior, we're going back now. Please take care of Laba."

"Well, have a nice trip."

Hua Junshu nodded slightly and glanced at the little guy at his feet.

Little Sanhua was unaware that Li Yan and his companion would be leaving for a while, and curiously watched as she hopped and skipped around in the open space between the three of them.

"Goodbye, senior!" Jiang Yingzhu waved.

"Goodbye."

Hua Junshu also raised his hand and waved, watching the two leave.

Li Yan and Jiang Yingzhu walked towards Huangcheng Avenue. Seeing that he had already left the area around their home, Jiang Yingzhu couldn't help but ask:

"Do you think my senior might secretly shed tears by herself, or be so sad that she doesn't want to eat, can't sleep all night, and sits at the door every day waiting for us to come back?"

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"No." I stared at the senior student who had been standing there in a daze for a moment before starting to organize the script for the short video.

Li Yan ruthlessly shattered Xiao Qingmei's fantasy; otherwise, she might have felt guilty.

"Your senior is stronger than you."

"Does being strong mean enduring loneliness?" Jiang Yingzhu asked.

Li Yan glanced at her; the question was quite philosophical.

However, Jiang Yingzhu said it simply to contradict him.

"No, but if you try to be sentimental, it will definitely be awkward."

As Li Yan spoke, he saw that the Didi he had booked had arrived and waved.

"Get in the car, stop thinking about anything else."

"Oh."

I opened the car door, got in, and heard someone asking me something from the front.

"The last four digits of the phone number."

"0891."

The car started, and the driver wasn't one to talk much.

Jiang Yingzhu watched the familiar scenery outside the window rush by, and nudged Li Yan with a hint of excitement.

"Hey, where do you think we should go when we get back? I really miss my hometown."

"casual."

“Then let’s go to the town primary school we used to attend, I want to ring that bell.”

"it is good."

"I'll also buy some local snacks that you can't get in the city."

"it is good."

"I also want to go to the city center. It seems like a new Wanda Plaza has opened. It feels like there are so many fun things to do back home. It's pretty good."

Jiang Yingzhu was a little sleepy after eating, and after chatting for a few minutes, she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

The driver in front glanced at the rearview mirror and looked a little envious.

The young man is so young and he's already taken his girlfriend back to his hometown; they seem to be from the same village.

Unlike his son, who is already twenty-seven and keeps talking about being a non-marriage advocate.

Surprisingly, Jiang Yingzhu woke up on her own just before they reached their destination.

This left Li Yan somewhat disappointed, as he could have played a trick on him.

"Hmm... Where are we?"

Northern Myanmar.

"what?"

"We've entered the county town; we'll get off the bus in a bit."

"Oh."

Jiang Yingzhu yawned and mumbled:

"I'm going to Grandpa's house. You go back by yourself."

"Why don't you take a look around first?"

"Of course we should take a look around first!"

Jiang Yingzhu sat up abruptly.

The town is full of houses built one after another, so you have to go a long way to buy a snack.

It's at least one or two kilometers.

If it were a college student, they would probably give up after just thinking about it.

Most importantly, the town doesn't have a food delivery service.

People like Grandpa Li Yan, whose house is next to a small supermarket, are very lucky!

So the two got off the bus in the city center. As soon as they stepped off, Jiang Yingzhu cheered and started doing some awkward things.

"Wow, it's been so long, my dear hometown."

Li Yan glanced at her and sneered.

Half an hour later, Li Yan came out of the mall carrying a large bag full of snacks. Jiang Yingzhu's angry rebukes next to him attracted the attention of passersby.

"Candied hawthorn berries are eight yuan each! Small meat skewers are twenty yuan for thirty skewers! Chicken cutlets are fifteen yuan a serving!"

"The worst thing was that scallion fried rice earlier. It didn't even have an egg, just scallions, and it cost six yuan!"

"Money-grubbing bastard, never coming back! This place is awful! It's terrible!"

Someone opened their mouth, wanting to argue, but then realized that the other person was also speaking the local dialect.

And what he said was indeed true.

Li Yan picked at his ear and hailed a taxi. "Garlic Bird, it's been like this for years, only coming back for a few days."

And that boss looked sick; he fainted and probably won't be able to get up for a few days. Where do you want to go next?

Jiang Yingzhu pouted, "Let's go back, I'm too lazy to shop around anymore."

She wasn't upset about the money, but rather felt like she was being treated like a rich fool or a complete idiot.

A girl from a small-town girls' high school, on her first day back home, was hit hard by the high prices in her hometown.

Li Yan nodded, told the driver the location, and asked him to take Jiang Yingzhu back first.

When they arrived at the location, the door to the house was not open.

"You have the key?"

"Have."

Jiang Yingzhu nodded, got out of the car decisively, closed the door, and waved to Li Yan with a flourish.

Li Yan looked strange and gestured for the driver to leave.

Jiang Yingzhu had only taken a few steps when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

When she arrived at the door, she put one hand in her pocket and took out her keys with the other to open the door, only to suddenly realize something.

Shouldn't I have something in my hand?

For example, a bag of snacks.

"My snack!"

Jiang Yingzhu turned around, but there were no cars left on the small cement road behind her.

"My snacks!"

She called out again, and without even opening the door, she took out her phone to call Li Yan.

"Beep beep beep—no answer."

She kept calling, but still didn't answer.

"Answer the phone!"

"Answer the phone now, stop pretending to be dead!" Jiang Yingzhu sent two text messages in a row.

Then he continued making phone calls.

It's working now.

"Li Yan, come back! My snacks!"

"I'm almost home, and I was thinking you were the one who brought me here."

"hehe."

Jiang Yingzhu sneered through gritted teeth; this person was doing it on purpose.

"How about this, you call me 'good brother,' and I'll bring it to you."

"You wish! I'll go get it myself tomorrow! Humph!"

Jiang Yingzhu pursed her lips, not worried that this guy would steal food.

Because he doesn't like snacks and can't eat that many.

"Is that Zhuzhu? Why are you standing at the door without your keys?"

A hoarse voice came from not far away. Jiang Yingzhu turned her head and saw a thin old man smiling at her.

"Oh, I brought it."

Jiang Yingzhu said something indifferently, opened the door and went inside, then slammed the door shut behind her.

Because of her good looks, many people around her remember her, but she doesn't know any of them.

Once, when I came back home without my keys, I was warmly invited to someone's house, only to find out that it was a blind date.

Jiang Yingzhu never liked the greetings from strangers around her again.

On the other side, Li Yan got out of the car, and the gate of his grandfather's house was wide open.

Several young people sat in front of the door, playing cards.

Upon seeing him get out of the car, one of the men, who looked the oldest, greeted him.

"Xiao Yan, you're back. Why did you buy so many snacks?"

Li Yan glanced at him. This man had a long face, dyed purple hair, and slightly clever eyes and shrewdness written all over his face.

This is his cousin, Li Bao.

The name was given by a famous fortune teller in the surrounding area, commissioned by my aunt, supposedly because it meant the child would be easy to raise.

Li Yan didn't understand, but he clapped.

Because his grandfather actually named his cousin according to the generational naming conventions in the family genealogy, and their generation was named 'Qing'.

Grandpa named my cousin Li Qingtao.

However, my uncle's family was clearly useless.

So when Li Yan was born, Old Li didn't use the name 'Li Qingming' that his grandfather had given him.

That's how he got his current name.

To be honest, it doesn't matter whether the name Grandpa chose is good or bad.

He's used this name for so many years now, he must have felt that the other one wasn't good.

"Well, I'm back."

Li Yan nodded and walked up to the three of them, carrying the bag.

"How many do you want?"

"No thanks," said his younger cousin, Li Qingjie, shaking his head shyly.

That's how elementary school students are; they want to eat but are too embarrassed to.

"No, I'm not hungry." My cousin shook his head, feigning politeness, along with the classmate he had brought along.