My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 134 Let's have a happy day today!
early morning.

Around six o'clock, as dawn broke, the sound of roosters crowing could already be heard in the distance.

Zhou Heming opened his eyes. Lu Bai was still half asleep. He placed his hand on Lu Bai's chest and felt his breath tickling his neck.

The fan was still humming. There was no air conditioning in the house, but fortunately, the countryside wasn't as hot as the city. After nightfall, it was even a little cool, so it wasn't so hot that it was impossible to sleep.

But last night, Zhou Heming and Lu Bai did go to bed very late.

Although he had sensed it before, Zhou Heming still felt that Lu Bai was very bold in some ways.

After all, Cheng Shuangjiang was lying right next to them when the two were being intimate last night.

Furthermore, Zhou Heming was unsure whether Lu Bai knew that Cheng Shuangjiang had woken up and was watching the two of them whispering sweet nothings to each other.

He turned his head to look in Cheng Shuangjiang's direction.

The girl seemed to have just woken up as well, but she was sitting curled up on the floor with the blanket draped over her. She held her phone in one hand and casually placed the other hand on her bare ankle, gently kneading it.

Her long hair was loose, covering half of her face, but her pale cherry-colored lips could be seen between the ends of her hair.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, creating a misty atmosphere in the room. The girl sat there in the hazy morning light, like someone in a dream from which she would never wake.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Heming recalled the two kisses from last night.

The first is a light, fleeting kiss, like a taste of unripe fruit.

The second is a kiss imbued with emotion, tinged with a touch of melancholy.

The 111th time.

This is the number of times the two people kissed.

I remember each of the frost-covered days very clearly.

But Zhou Heming knew.

The two of them can never go back to the way things were.

Even though eighteen-year-old Cheng Shuangjiang had already fallen in love with him, and even went so far as to secretly kiss him in the dead of night.

Even though Zhou Heming did indeed harbor feelings and emotions for the eighteen-year-old Cheng Shuangjiang that stemmed from her rebirth.

But now he is Lu Bai's boyfriend, and he cannot let down this girl who was willing to give him everything and who stayed by his side and pulled him out of his deepest despair and confusion.

Zhou Heming knew that if he couldn't be single-minded, it would be a desecration to both girls.

Young people who have read the classics know that there is no way to have it all in this world, to live up to both Lu Bai and Shuang.

Moreover, Zhou Heming thought deeply.

His feelings for Cheng Shuangjiang are still mixed with a lot of regret.

For Zhou Heming, Cheng Shuangjiang was "the path he had no other choice," and he may have excessively romanticized and longed for their future together.

People are always trapped by things they could not obtain in their youth, just as the white moonlight is constantly processed in the mind and eventually becomes an illusory idol.

As for Cheng Shuangjiang, her feelings for Zhou Heming mostly stemmed from the four months she spent with him after her rebirth.

Through the thirty-five-year-old woman, eighteen-year-old Cheng Shuangjiang is able to understand Zhou Heming's past, present, and future, and to feel every little detail of her time with him.

But she has never actually been in a romantic relationship with Zhou Heming in the way she is now.

simply put.

Zhou Heming did not believe that his love for Cheng Shuangjiang was equal to Cheng Shuangjiang's love for him.

Noticing Zhou Heming's gaze, Cheng Shuangjiang glanced over. Her gaze was no longer as indifferent as before, but rather gentle. Zhou Heming had seen this kind of gaze countless times.

That was the look in her eyes when she looked at him after her rebirth.

Zhou Heming looked away.

Hearing a rustling sound nearby, Cheng Shuangjiang got up and quietly left the room.

Zhou Heming lay there for a while longer before tiptoeing out of the room without waking Lu Bai.

Grandma had been awake for a while and was sitting in the living room drinking congee, enjoying the fan, and watching short videos. The sound of gongs and drums coming from her phone was like a traditional opera performance.

When Zhou Heming came downstairs, Cheng Shuangjiang was coming out of the bathroom.

"morning."

Zhou Heming greeted her.

"Good morning."

Cheng Shuangjiang paused after speaking.

"Let's have a happy day today too."

Her voice wasn't as bright and playful as it was at thirty-five, as if it had a pleasant melody echoing in it; instead, it sounded a bit restrained and unaccustomed to it.

Zhou Heming remained silent for a moment, nodded, and went into the restroom.

Because they were going to the market today, no breakfast was made. When Zhou Heming came out, Cheng Shuangjiang was chatting with her grandmother and watching videos with the old lady.

Unlike Lu Bai, who was adept at socializing, Cheng Shuangjiang was clearly not very good at communicating with relatively unfamiliar people.

for example.

When Lu Bai chats with people, he can control the pace of the conversation with ease. He will never let the conversation fall to a dead end when he wants to continue, and he can also end the conversation at just the right time so as not to make people feel indifferent or cold.

Cheng Shuangjiang, on the other hand, sometimes just forces herself to talk, with sentences that start but don't end.

The eighteen-year-old girl, who had never experienced the lowest point in her life, was still the proud top scorer in the province. For her, there was no need for extra words to explain, nor did she need to consider other people's thoughts, to be considerate, or to stand in other people's shoes to see things from their perspective.

Of course, with her clever mind, as long as she is willing to consider things, she can naturally do her best, even surpass Lu Bai, just like she is at thirty-five years old.

Therefore, seeing Cheng Shuangjiang trying so hard to talk to her grandmother, Zhou Heming felt a faint sense of melancholy.

The alarm clock upstairs went off, but Lu Bai quickly turned it off.

After a while, the sound of slippers pattering came from the stairs, and Lu Bai yawned, stretched, and walked down.

Good morning! You're up early today!

She yawned again, saw Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang on the first floor, rubbed her eyes, and went into the bathroom.

Hearing Lu Bai brushing his teeth vigorously, Zhou Heming scratched his head.

"I'm going to change clothes first."

Upon seeing this, Cheng Shuangjiang went upstairs.

After a while, Lu Bai came out and chatted with his grandmother. Zhou Heming listened for a while, and it seemed that Lu Bai was asking about what good food and fun things there were at the market.

When talking about these things, Grandma got really excited, chattering away, sometimes even switching to Sichuan dialect, and Lu Bai responded fluently in Sichuan dialect as well.

Cheng Shuangjiang then changed her clothes and went downstairs.

She was wearing a light blue shirt, cropped jeans, short socks, and carrying a small dark blue crossbody bag.

"I'm going to change my clothes too."

Lu Bai gave up his seat to chat with his grandmother and walked lightly upstairs.

"Heming, have you been sleeping well these past few days?"

Grandma immediately started chatting with Zhou Heming.

"Grandma's place doesn't have air conditioning, is it very hot at night?"

"No, it's quite cool here at night, even a bit chilly."

Zhou Heming glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, and then said.

"How about I see if I can install an air conditioner here? There's still a rural appliance subsidy program going on, so it's not expensive."

"Why install that thing? It's a waste of money. I usually don't drive it for more than a few days. When I used to stay at your place, it was so cold in the summer that I had to cover myself with a blanket."

My grandmother carried forward the classic thrifty and frugal practices of the elderly.

"Okay."

Zhou Heming agreed verbally, but still decided that once he made money, he would at least get a bedroom for his grandmother.

"But you guys really are something else. Shuangjiang just told me about this too."

Grandma glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was not far away.

"what?"

Zhou Heming never expected that he and she had the same idea.

"Shuangjiang is such a good girl. Whoever marries her will be very happy."

Grandma held Zhou Heming's hand and said earnestly.

No, Grandma, what do you mean?
Zhou Heming stole a glance at Cheng Shuangjiang, who had turned her face slightly away, so she must have heard the conversation there as well.

"You must work hard, Heming, don't let her suffer."

Grandma then gave her instructions.

It's as if he already considers Cheng Shuangjiang as his granddaughter-in-law.

"Ah Bai too, we should treat her well."

He didn't forget to bring water and mentioned Lu Bai.

Zhou Heming didn't dare to answer casually, and could only watch silently as his grandmother took out several hundred-yuan bills from her pocket and stuffed them into his hand.

"Take this money. When you go to the market later, buy them some good food and drinks."

"Grandma, I have money, please take it back."

Zhou Heming did not answer.

"This isn't for you, it's for the two of them," Grandma insisted.

".All right."

Zhou Heming took the money and decided to buy some things that his grandmother might need later.

Lu Bai then changed his clothes and came downstairs.

She wore a bright yellow T-shirt, a beige sun-protective shirt, and dark blue jeans that made her legs look longer. She also carried a large crossbody bag.

Because they got bitten by mosquitoes a lot when they went up the mountain the day before yesterday, both girls chose to dress in a way that covered their skin today.

Zhou Heming wore very ordinary trousers and a T-shirt.

Before leaving, he sprayed some mosquito repellent on all three of them.

"This thing still works."

He casually slipped a bottle of Invisible Drops into Lu Bai's bag, then naturally took her handbag and slung it over his shoulder.

The three of them went out and walked along the main road toward the market.

There were definitely more people in the town, and many of them were clearly tourists, carrying large bags and small bags, holding cameras, and some even with their families. However, the majority of them were young couples traveling together.

Zhou Heming checked his phone yesterday and saw that the local tourism bureau's promotional materials were based on folk customs with a touch of suspense and the supernatural, which is why it's attracting young people.

To put it bluntly, many tourist attractions nowadays offer similar experiences, so they need to add some novelty to attract visitors.

The combination of the Xuanjun ritual, the legend of Heming Mountain, and the accident from many years ago has inadvertently created a unique and interesting phenomenon.

Modern marketing is all about storytelling; if the story is told well, people will buy it.

Normally, if an accident occurred seven years ago, forcibly explaining or clarifying it would taint the Xuanjun ritual with an ominous aura and make it seem unlucky. But the current vagueness only fuels people's desire to explore.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai walked hand in hand in front, with Cheng Shuangjiang beside Lu Bai, about half a person's width behind.

They hadn't walked far when they heard a bustling noise. Looking ahead, they saw that most of the street was occupied by vendors.

The market in Heming Township is based on the town's vegetable market. Nearby mobile vendors set up stalls outside the vegetable market until noon. Generally, there is only such a large-scale morning market on Saturdays and Sundays. Now, with the support of the government, many people also come from the city to sell handicrafts.

The outermost area is where breakfast is sold; a fragrant aroma wafts over, making one's mouth water.

"Family, this is my first time trying spicy tofu pudding. Let me give it a try, and the glass noodles can have some first."

"Let's see what we can buy at the market in this small southwestern town with 100 dollars."

"Despite such terrifying legends, we can see that ordinary people here still live a very peaceful life."

You can even see some independent media outlets shooting videos and live streaming.

"They have Dan Dan noodles! I want to eat that."

Lu Bai, who was holding Zhou Heming's hand, spotted the vendor selling dan dan noodles and exclaimed.

"Cheng Shuangjiang, do you want some?"

She turned around and asked a question.

Cheng Shuangjiang shook her head.

"It's too spicy."

Although she grew up in Sichuan, her taste is relatively light.

"Those two bowls of dan dan noodles?"

Lu Bai looked at Zhou Heming.

"Yeah, two bowls."

Zhou Heming had already taken out his phone to scan the QR code.

"Grandma just gave me three hundred yuan so I can treat you to a nice meal."

He explained.

"Okay, then we'll buy some good food later and cook it for Grandma."

Lu Bai nodded.

Zhou Heming glanced at the stall next door, which sold small wontons.

Do you want to eat wontons?

Cheng Shuangjiang looked over and slowly nodded.

"Boss, one small bowl of wontons, please. We'll eat here."

Zhou Heming scanned the QR code and pointed to the table in front of the dandan noodle stall.

Soon, two bowls of noodles and one bowl of wontons were served.

Lu Bai ate heartily, completely disregarding the image of a beautiful young girl.

Cheng Shuangjiang ate it in small bites with a spoon, constantly blowing on it to cool it down, like a cat afraid of getting burned.

Zhou Heming looked at the two completely different people and smiled helplessly.

More and more people were arriving, and they were clearly all tourists.

When the three of them finished eating, the market was already packed with people, so crowded that they would be blocked by others every few steps.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai were fine holding hands, but Cheng Shuangjiang was not tall and was blocked a couple of times, quickly putting some distance between them.

"and many more."

Lu Bai said something, then turned around and waited for Cheng Shuangjiang to catch up. She then took Cheng Shuangjiang's hand in hers.

"Hehe, this way I won't get lost."

she said with a smile.

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at the two holding hands and remained silent for a moment.

"Thank you."

She grasped it back.

"Let's buy some mutton to make braised lamb, and then some fruit. What else would you like to eat?"

Zhou Heming was making plans.

"Then I want to add potatoes, and stir-fry pea shoots too."

Lu Bai said decisively.

"Pea shoots? Cheng Shuangjiang doesn't seem to like them very much."

Zhou Heming pondered.

"I can eat it."

Cheng Shuangjiang immediately spoke.

"Don't force yourself."

Zhou Heming knew that Cheng Shuangjiang didn't want to appear too picky, but judging from her reactions the previous two times, she really couldn't accept the taste.

"Okay, then let's buy two portions of vegetables, one pea shoot and one baby bok choy or lettuce, okay?"

Lu Bai looked at both sides and gave a compromise answer.

"Row."

Zhou Heming nodded decisively.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"Cheng Shuangjiang, what would you like to eat?"

Zhou Heming then asked.

Cheng Shuangjiang hesitated for a moment, seemingly intending to shake her head, but quickly spoke up.

"I want to eat stir-fried romaine lettuce."

She didn't finish her sentence, but for them, that was enough.

Zhou Heming was taken aback.

But Lu Bai quickly broke into a smile.

"Stir-fried bok choy with black bean dace? Zhou Heming made it for me before, and it was delicious."

She glanced around.

"I just don't know if they sell it here. If they do, the grocery stores over there should have it."

Lu Bai pointed to the shops in the market that sell oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

The three arrived at the store, and Lu Bai immediately spotted the canned goods on the shelf.

"Yes, I'm so lucky!"

She picked up a can.

"Then I'll cook tonight."

Zhou Heming scanned the QR code to pay the boss.

"I come."

Cheng Shuangjiang took the canned food from Lu Bai and looked at Zhou Heming.

"I'll do it."

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