I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 390 It's none of your business
Jiang Yingzhu disagreed with Li Yan's suggestion and insisted on using a black-and-white pairing to decide who to see first.

In the end, I lost to my senior.

"See, we're looking at yours first," Li Yan said from the side.

"It's none of your business!"

Jiang Yingzhu snorted and took out her large bundle of photos.

Now that she's mentally prepared, she's not so awkward anymore; in fact, she even seems a bit boastful.

"This is what I looked like when I was five years old."

Jiang Yingzhu took out a photo album and opened it under the watchful eyes of the three people.

Like Li Yan's photo album, her photos are also arranged in chronological order.

The first photo is of Jiang Yingzhu when she was still an infant.

The tiny baby lay in the stroller, its chubby hands gripping a piece of cloth tightly.

It looks like a scarf.

"Do you think that taking off your scarf means you don't need to eat anymore, and you're reluctant to do it?" Li Yan clicked his tongue.

Jiang Yingzhu looked surprised, her face flushed slightly, like freshly brewed black tea, with a sweet and sour aroma.

"Mind your own business! At least I didn't poop."

Li Yan rolled his eyes. Who knew that the old couple had such a perverse sense of humor, even taking pictures of the embarrassing things that happened during the baby's first birthday celebration?

"Li Yan, don't interrupt, Zhu Zhu, quickly turn to the next page," Mei Mengqian said.

“Yes.” Hua Junshu nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I'll turn it over now. The first one is pretty much what Li Yan said anyway."

Jiang Yingzhu said something, and then moved on to the next photo in her hand.

The little figure in this picture is noticeably larger, suggesting it was also a baby's first birthday celebration.

Jiang Yingzhu was holding a bell in her hand, but other things were scattered around her.

It's obvious that she's played with them all.

This bell was probably the last thing she ever played with.

"Guess the story from the picture, I don't need to explain it to you, right?!"

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but now that the beginning has been made, Jiang Yingzhu has completely let go.

"Let me tell you, there are ten things in here, and I've grabbed them all. The fortune teller said I'm an all-rounder."

Li Yan didn't hold back in his criticism, "With such a knack for getting things done, you've always had good physical strength since you were a child. You're cut out to be a bricklayer. I guess your 'all-around talent' refers to bricklaying."

"Get out of here! If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Jiang Yingzhu was furious. This guy only knows how to insult people.

At this moment, he had already forgotten how he had berated Li Yan that morning.

"I'm achieving double the development in all aspects: moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor skills!"

Hua Junshu and Mei Mengqian asked in confusion, "Double?"

"Because of ten items."

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Hua Junshu and Mei Mengqian nodded. "Next one."

This is another photo with a strong narrative feel.

Jiang Yingzhu crawled on the ground, her face full of excitement, while a tabby cat ran ahead of her, its eyes filled with terror.

"This cat belonged to my grandmother, but it's dead now."

Jiang Yingzhu said she wasn't particularly sad.

At the time, I just thought the cat had run away. It wasn't until I grew up and learned that cats have a limited lifespan that I realized it had died of old age.

Hua Junshu and Mei Mengqian exchanged a glance and nodded again, somewhat agreeing with Li Yan's statement.

If a child starts crushing tabby cats at two years old, will they start fighting geese at three?

They were right, but Jiang Yingzhu fought the goose when she was four years old.

Three-year-old Jiang Yingzhu was learning to walk with a rope tied around her waist. When Mei Mengqian flipped to a photo of her at age five, she suddenly realized…

"Hey, Zhuzhu, you grew up in the countryside when you were little."

"Yes, my mother took care of me back then, and I didn't go out to work until I was five years old."

Jiang Yingzhu said naturally, "These photos were all taken by my mother."

"You have a camera at home?" Mei Mengqian exclaimed in surprise.

Back then, even making a phone call was inconvenient, let alone taking a picture.

Can't even think about it.

Most of Li Yan's photos are staged, giving the impression that they were taken with great care.

Jiang Yingzhu's is very natural.

“It’s not mine, it belongs to the village chief,” Jiang Yingzhu said.

"Then your village chief must be quite wealthy."

"He was quite wealthy, he embezzled tens of millions of yuan, and he went to jail. Our whole village saw him off."

Mei Mengqian and Hua Junshu remained silent.

Hua Junshu drew his attention back to the photograph.

"I've looked at all the photos of him when he was five, where is Li Yan?"

“He had just returned then.” Jiang Yingzhu scratched her head. “I was playing at my house, and he was playing at his house.”

The two realized that they might have met once, but weren't familiar with each other, or more likely, had never met at all.

However, in the following photos, Jiang Yingzhu and Li Yan appeared together much more frequently.

Most of the backgrounds were changed to towns, and it was clear that Li Yan was very reluctant, acting awkwardly.

As the years went by, he became more comfortable with Jiang Yingzhu taking photos with him.

Then comes the junior high school period that Hua Junshu and Mei Mengqian wanted to see.

By this time, mobile phones were already widespread, and there were selfies of two people shopping and eating; there were landscape photos and portraits of people when they went out to play;

There are also a few photos of Li Yan making a fool of himself, with Jiang Yingzhu making a gesture of asking for attention in the picture.

These are all for the first year of junior high school.

Kind of funny.

By the time students reach the second and third years of junior high, these photos will only be used as record photos of school-organized activities.

Mei Mengqian and Hua Junshu noticed that Li Yan looked somewhat unwilling again at this moment.

"What's going on? Zhuzhu, are you two having a fight?"

"I don't know. Teenage boys are even harder to predict than when their periods start," Jiang Yingzhu said nonchalantly.

Anyway, we have a good relationship now.

Mei Mengqian was speechless. Even though they had lived together for a year, she still couldn't get used to some of Zhuzhu's bizarre metaphors.

Hua Junshu remained unfazed. After seeing that he had finished looking at Zhu Zhu's photos, he took out his own photo album.

Her photo album is neither too thin nor too thick, and the cover is very simple, just like her.

"It's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian turned their searchlight-like gazes toward him.

Hua Junshu's expression remained calm as he turned to the first page, a hint of nostalgia appearing in his eyes.

She hasn't seen it yet.

"This was during my early childhood."

In the photo, Hua Junshu is wrapped up, and next to her are two young men and women, both of whom have a refined air.

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian blinked, exchanged a glance, and didn't dare to say a word.

Li Yan looked at the photo behind them and asked, "Shushu, was this taken at the hospital?"

"Yes, when he was first born," Hua Junshu nodded, "he was a little ugly."

"No, not at all," Jiang Yingzhu quickly replied. Seeing that she could joke around with her senior made her feel relaxed.

Mei Mengqian nodded in agreement.

Hua Junshu smiled gently and turned to the second page.

This is a photo of her when she was a little older, a full-body shot, wearing only a diaper.

Hua Junshu's ear tips gradually turned crimson, and the rosy hue spread across her cheeks.

"It's six months old."

She gave a brief instruction and immediately turned to the next sheet.

"They're so cute! Our senior told us to look at them a little longer."

"Hmm, it looks like she just took a shower." Mei Mengqian nodded.

Li Yan blinked, feeling that he wasn't suited to speak.

Hua Junshu, seemingly oblivious to Jiang Yingzhu and the other person's conversation, pointed to the third photo and said:

"This photo was taken after the baby's first birthday celebration. I grabbed a notebook."

In the photo, a child is holding a notebook and looking somewhat bewildered as he sits in a woman's lap.

They don't seem to understand what to do.

"Why was this taken after the baby's first birthday celebration?" Jiang Yingzhu asked.

"Because no photos were taken at the baby's first birthday celebration."

Not everyone records the baby's first birthday celebration; Hua Junshu did not.

There might be many reasons, but at least she took another picture afterward. In any case, she felt satisfied.

Because in this photo, she is lying in her mother's arms.

The following photos will be even more abundant.

Li Yan discovered that it seemed like a lot of photos were taken of Shushu every year when she was a child.

Photos of various holiday outings, taken in cars, by the river, and in the mountains.

Shushu's description of the photos was also brief.

This is my second Dragon Boat Festival.

"This is a photo of me climbing a mountain to admire the moon during my second Mid-Autumn Festival."

Li Yan thought that his senior's father was quite artistic.

"This is a photo of my third child watching the flag-raising ceremony on National Day."

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian looked at the photo of the flag-raising ceremony and smiled.

"Senior, you're already asleep!"

"Hmm." Hua Junshu nodded. "I didn't see it."

"Senior, do you have a camera at home?"

"It belongs to my dad's classmate."

"That's great. When I was little, my mom told me that every time she borrowed a camera from the village chief, she had to pay a five-yuan deposit, and he wouldn't give her the money back when she returned the camera."

Jiang Yingzhu was a little envious; her senior had so many photos from when she was a child.

It's not just during holidays like Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day.

There are also some ordinary photos of daily life during the holidays.

The little girl in the photo has bright, vivid eyes and a silly smile, even more so than when she was a child.

She doesn't resemble the current senior students at all.

The more Jiang Yingzhu looked, the more worried she became.

She was worried about what would happen if her senior found photos of her parents after they passed away.
During her time of worry, she slowly flipped through photos of Hua Junshu as he grew up.

"This is from when I was eight years old, during the Dragon Boat Festival, when I went dragon boat racing."

Hua Junshu's voice came through the camera. Jiang Yingzhu looked at the photo, where water splashed and a little girl sitting in a boat smiled brightly.

As soon as they finished reading, Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian noticed that their senior's voice had become lower.

"This is from when I was eight years old, during the Spring Festival tomb sweeping."

A single photograph can make all the difference.

The scene was bleak, and the shooting angle was also poor.

With the backdrop of a mountain, the senior student poses for a photo with a melancholy expression and a tombstone beside her.

"Senior."

"Hmm." Hua Junshu's voice didn't sound too sad. If she couldn't get over it, she wouldn't have taken out this photo album.

The photos flipped through, showing several snapshots of campus activities.

The little girl still looks cheerful, but her smile is no longer as silly as it was when she was a child.

Li Yan, Jiang Yingzhu, and Mei Mengqian all noticed at the same time that the number of photos was decreasing significantly.

There are also a few school photos and everyday photos from when he was nine years old.

All that's left of him is a single photograph from when he was ten years old.

"This is what it means to graduate from elementary school at the age of twelve."

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian pursed their lips and remained silent for a moment.

Hua Junshu didn't mind and continued flipping through the pages.

A full-body photo shows the little girl smiling brightly and happily, holding an envelope in her hand.

"It was taken on the first day of junior high school, when I received a scholarship."

"I see." Li Yan nodded, thinking of the headshot he had seen a few days ago.

"Hmm." Hua Junshu nodded, expressionless, and flipped to the last page.

"Junior high school graduation photo".

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The night breeze is cool.

On the main road outside the pedestrian street, Ma Liang and Xiao Shuai held their newly acquired hundred yuan, burping contentedly as they rubbed their backs.

This attracted the attention of scantily clad young girls standing under the utility pole nearby.

They say that when you're well-fed and warm, you start thinking about other things.

But Ma Liang and Xiao Shuai didn't feel that way at all.

They spent the entire afternoon and evening working as stunt performers.

Eat, eat, eat! It's all about eating!
Force yourself to eat even if you can't.

Six hours, ninety yuan!

The boss was doing well, so he gave them an extra ten yuan.

Ma Liang felt like his stomach was about to explode, and it was burning hot.

"Brother Xiao, are we still able to get to the dorm? I feel like throwing up."

Xiao Shuai was too weak to speak, and he held his waist as if afraid that his bulging belly would cause him to fall.

Cheng Yuan walked beside them and reminded them, "If you feel like throwing up, just throw up. Don't hold it in. If you can't throw up, try gagging yourself."

"vomit!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiao Shuai gagged, spewing out a large amount of bright red and pungent vomit.

"Ah!" A young woman working as a streetwalker nearby exclaimed in surprise and quickly ran away.

Ma Liang followed suit shortly after.

Cheng Yuan shook his head and went to a nearby store to buy two cartons of milk.

After they came out, they saw two people watching several stray dogs eat their vomit.

Cheng Yuan felt a little nauseous and walked over.

"No, what kind of fetish do you have?"

"what--"

The two turned their heads blankly, as if they had vomited not their stomach contents, but their brains.

"Brother Yuan, he hasn't recovered yet."

The two stood up, and Xiao Shuai twisted his waist and took a sip of the milk that Cheng Yuan handed him.

"I'm much better, but my stomach is still burning. I feel like I might not be able to save Pi Yanzi tomorrow."

“Yes, yes!” Ma Liang nodded. “That idiot waiter insisted on making it so spicy.”

"siskin!"

Cheng Yuan gave a sharp critique, then swept the floor.

"Where's the money? It didn't fall, did it?"

"No."

The two shook their heads and looked at Cheng Yuan.

"Brother Yuan, shall we take the bus?"

"I didn't see any bicycles, so I had to take the bus."

The two nodded and then headed to a nearby bus stop together.

After eating all afternoon and evening, Xiao Shuai and Ma Liang finally understood why Cheng Yuan had no interest in those foods at all.

He ate very slowly, like an old man.

"Bip! Student card!"

The three boarded the bus, and Ma Liang saw that only the middle seats for the elderly, children, sick and disabled were empty, so he sat down.

Xiao Shuai and Cheng Yuan followed behind him, but finding no seats, they stood.

After the bus traveled a few stops, several people got off, and the two of them sat down in the back row near the front.

At the next stop, a large group of people boarded.

Xiao Shuai immediately noticed a young woman holding a child's hand.

She was fair-skinned and glowing, and dressed very beautifully. Most importantly, she was petite. Xiao Shuai even poked Cheng Yuan.

"Brother Yuan, look!"

"What's so interesting about it? You'll go through menopause in a few years."

"It's boring, I'll watch it myself."

As soon as Xiao Shuai finished speaking, he saw the young woman holding the child's hand, pointing at Ma Liang, and asking his mother:
"Mom, why is this uncle sitting in the priority seating area for the elderly, children, sick and disabled? He's perfectly fine."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Ma Liang.

Several adults in the other row of reserved seats also looked embarrassed.

Ma Liang blushed instantly, silently got up, lifted one leg, dragged the other leg, and leaned against the railing by the car door.

He was one body length away from the young woman.

Upon seeing this, everyone's gaze shifted once again.

Everyone looked at the child.

Question marks appeared on Xiao Shuai and Cheng Yuan's faces.

No, when did Ryoko become lame?
(End of this chapter)