Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

Su Wanxi's voice came from the stairwell.

"Yes, I never take a nap!" It wasn't very convincing, but Gu Cheng still struggled a bit.

Back on the first floor, Su Wanxi was carefully pruning the flowers.

"If you're sleepy in the future, just come upstairs to sleep. The bed is at least more comfortable than the table." Making lunch was not within Gu Cheng's job scope, and Su Wanxi felt bad about taking up someone else's time because of her.

"I..." Gu Cheng bit her lip, thinking of a legitimate reason to refuse.

"You hate me?"

Her voice was soft, even tinged with a sob, and Su Wanxi simply stood quietly in place.

Even though she knew the other person was faking it, Gu Cheng couldn't help but feel sad.

"Of course not, it just feels a little... awkward."

"Awkward?" Su Wanxi put away her tearful expression and turned her head to look at her curiously.

Such an adorable expression... another devastating blow.

"Ahem, because I'm a bit shy."

"I can tell." Su Wanxi nodded in agreement.

"So if we're together, I might not be able to sleep." With such a beautiful woman beside her, Gu Cheng isn't exactly a saint...

Well, it seems she can't be a saint like Liu Xiahui now; at least the other person is a normal man.

"Pfft." Su Wanxi chuckled, her arched eyebrows trembling slightly.

"What are you thinking? I didn't ask you to sleep with me~" She placed the scissors on the flower stand and couldn't help but ruffle Gu Cheng's hair.

"You can sleep peacefully. I usually only look at my phone in bed, and if I'm sleepy, I'll just take a nap."

"..." This is not quite what I imagined. A sense of disappointment swept through Gu Cheng's heart.

"Alright then." Even the reply sounded sullen.

"Of course, if you can't sleep alone, I can keep you company." Su Wanxi winked playfully.

Gu Cheng felt it was time to learn how to do makeup, at least to stop the blush on her cheeks from being so obvious every time, it was too embarrassing.

After chatting with Su Wanxi for a while, it was almost time for me to go to work.

When the first customer entered the store, Gu Cheng calmed herself down, stepped forward, and bowed slightly.

"Welcome! What would you like to buy?"

Section 51, Chapter Fifty-One: Dislike

For the awakened ones in Lanjiang City, July this year was the easiest month since they started working. Throughout the entire Lanjiang region, only one extremely weak crack appeared.

With a new job, Gu Cheng's daily routine became regular again. She would wake up at 6:30 every morning, wash up, prepare breakfast, and then take the subway Line 3 for two stops to Fanxing.

Besides work training, she spends all her free time studying floral art. Although she can't compare to professionals, she's more than capable of introducing floral knowledge to customers.

During my lunch break... the bed in the bedroom was too small; it was clearly not big enough for two people.

If they really were to sleep together, skin-to-skin contact would almost be inevitable.

Su Wanxi's full breasts were slightly exposed, her fair and slender legs were tightly intertwined, she gently stroked her black hair, and a delicate fragrance lingered in the air.

Just thinking about such a beautiful scene made Gu Cheng's heart race, let alone want to rest.

Su Wanxi knew she was shy, so every time she went to sleep, she would just sit on the edge of the bed, wearing her non-prescription glasses and quietly reading.

"I've rested enough, you can go to sleep..." Su Wanxi's bed was very soft and had a faint woman's fragrance. She had been taking over the bed for several afternoons in a row, which was really a bit unreasonable.

"I'm not sleepy," Su Wanxi replied, turning the page.

"Then I won't sleep either." Gu Cheng shook her head and looked at her seriously.

After a heated discussion, the two reached a consensus to stagger their lunch break times: Gu Cheng on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Su Wanxi on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

"That sounds really stupid." The mocking voice echoed in her mind again, but Gu Cheng was already used to it.

"Then what brilliant idea do you have?" The girl struck back with a powerful punch in response to the sarcastic remark.

"Sleeping together, shouldn't you be enjoying it?" Having digested twenty years of the other's memories, it clearly understood what Gu Cheng was thinking and doing.

"A gentleman knows what to do and what not to do; that's the biggest difference between you and me." Even if memories and senses are shared, Gu Cheng still wouldn't identify as Gu Chengyan.

"hypocritical."

"If you say so, then so be it." Too lazy to argue any further, Gu Cheng patted her face and prepared to get back to work.

The first customer in the afternoon was a well-mannered man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in a neat sweatshirt.

"Give me a bouquet of blue roses."

"Okay." Gu Cheng turned around, took out the flowers she needed from the flower stand, wrapped them in kraft paper, and tied a blue ribbon at the top.

"Isn't Miss Su here?" the man asked her.

“Miss Su is busy with other things,” Gu Cheng replied calmly, gently pruning the flower branches.

The customer in front of me wasn't a first-time flower buyer; he came every day at the same time, and the only bouquet he chose was roses, though he might vary the colors slightly.

If Su Wanxi is in the shop, the man will stay a little longer and chat with her about flower seed cultivation.

Su Wanxi has a cold and aloof personality, and her reactions to outsiders are extremely indifferent. No matter how eloquently someone speaks, she will only nod, occasionally say "yes" or "um," and then maintain a polite smile.

Gu Cheng listened silently from the side, never offering any opinions.

The man's gaze was always fixed on Su Wanxi, burning with intense affection.

Upon discovering this, Gu Cheng felt a pang of jealousy.

This person is so annoying, can't you just leave already?

Although I was very unhappy with him, I still had to put on a smiling face on the surface.

"Your flowers."

"Thank you."

Seeing the man leave, Gu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As for why there was no "Thank you for your patronage, welcome to come again next time".

Hmm, she forgot.

"Hmm!?" Su Wanxi came down at some point. She gently patted Gu Cheng's shoulder, eliciting a soft cry from the latter.

"There might be a mission in the next couple of days, so be ready at any time." Director Song had already informed her of the latest situation; the parchment event was imminent.

"I see."

"Don't you like that person from earlier?" Su Wanxi vaguely sensed Gu Cheng's slight awkwardness and asked her softly.

"Do you like him?" Gu Cheng didn't answer, but instead asked Su Wanxi directly.

"do not like."

Me too.

......

Meanwhile, in Xicheng District.

"Ding ding...click." A thin hand emerged from the shadows, and Qi Bei slowly opened his eyes.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar number, originating from Lanjiang.

After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button.

"Hello, can you hear me?" The voice was as unfamiliar as the number, rough and slightly hoarse. Qi Bei didn't recognize the other person.

"Ah."

"Your letter has been placed in the community mailbox. Please pick it up as soon as possible."

"I understand, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Bei slowly stood up.

His letters? It's been so many years, who would still contact someone this way...?

Suppressing his curiosity, Qi Bei put on his coat and headed straight for the community mailbox.

It was a small box about the length of two arms, slightly thicker than a brick. The waybill was addressed to Mr. Qi, and it made a crisp clinking sound when you weighed it in your hand.

What exactly is it...? His doubts deepened.

Back in the rented room, I used my key to cut open the tape.

At the very top of the box was a crumpled letter with a piece of double-sided tape torn in half at the opening.

Qi Bei held the envelope in his hand, silently gazing at the creases.

"...I see." After looking at it for a long time, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he opened the letter with exceptional gentleness.

Inside the envelope was a folded white A4 sheet of paper. Qi Bei gently unfolded it and placed it against the side of the room where the light was.

Qi Bei, Class 6, Grade 3.

The pencil writing was crooked and messy, even worse than a dog's scribbles; looking down, it was an oil-based scribble.

What is this rosy, flatbread-like thing? And what's this long, thin thing... a river?

Qi Bei carefully recalled his thoughts at the time and suddenly chuckled.

That was a sun; by that logic, the lush green grass below should be a lawn. "It's really ugly," he thought, yet he hesitated to open the letter.

There seemed to be something else in the box. Qi Bei reached out and gently touched a few round little beads.

He used to love playing with marbles; he used to hide a lot of them in his schoolbag, but now only three remain in the box.

It's very beautiful; one of them has a light blue stripe on it, like silk floating in the air.

The light shone through the glass sphere into his eyes, warm and soft. It was held above his head for a long time before Qi Bei slowly lowered it.

At the very bottom, there was a piece of white paper. When you turned it over, there was a line of text written in the upper right corner.