A world where love reigns supreme? This is truly chaotic!

Yan Xingmeng is definitely the most direct girl Guangchang has ever met when it comes to this kind of thing.

Guangchang lowered his gaze to Yan Xingmeng's outstretched hand, and hesitated for several seconds.

Favorability: 74 points-73 points.

Favorability rating has declined.

This shows that, in Guangchang's view, the other party's emotions can actually be judged from the favorability rating.

Favorability: 73 points-72 points.

Guangchang Chen couldn't see a trace of sadness on Yan Xingmeng's face. Instead, she smiled at him. Do girls all like to keep things to themselves?

"If you don't lead me, I'll just stand here." Yan Xingmeng snorted and lightly kicked a large rock on the side of the road with her shoe.

Favorability: 72 points-71 points.

Guangchang had already discovered that the higher the favorability rating, the greater the fluctuation, and the more difficult it is to increase. On the other hand, the rating is relatively low, between one and thirty-nine, and it tends to increase very quickly, but the decrease is very small. Indeed, love is a science, and to maintain it, one must continuously communicate with one's heart.

The atmosphere might become awkward as a result, and the favorability rating might drop to 70 points in another half minute.

As for Yan Xingmeng's feelings...

Guangchang Chen then took action, stepping forward to grab Yan Xingmeng's right hand, looking at her, and saying, "Then come with me."

Yan Xingmeng was startled, and her gaze fell on Guang Changchen's right hand, which was being held tightly. It wasn't a light grip to avoid making her feel awkward, but a stronger sense of security from the feeling of being held tightly.

Favorability: 71 points-75 points.

Not only did the favorability rating recover, it even increased slightly!

Yan Xingmeng gave a playful "hmm" and nodded. Then the two of them held hands and strolled along the path.

Yan Xingmeng looked around like a curious child, but there was actually nothing there, and it was very quiet. She thought it would be boring, but with Yan Xingmeng beside her, some boring things seemed to become interesting to talk about. They talked about why the bridge handrail was rusty, why there was a clump of blue algae floating on the water, and why the dog on the roadside kept barking at her.

Yan Xingmeng picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the dog without hesitation, scaring it away. Yan Xingmeng couldn't help but laugh.

Wow……

The two held hands the whole way, and even though they hadn't held hands for half a minute, Guang Guangchen's palms were sweating, but he didn't let go. When they arrived at his grandmother's house, Yan Xingmeng didn't seem to mind the narrow and damp passageway. She even asked Guang Guangchen to demonstrate how to use the water pump to draw water.

Guangchang had no choice but to comply, pressing the lever of the large water pump. After a few presses, wave after wave of well water was pumped up from the ground. Seeing this, Yan Xingmeng took off her gloves and tested the water temperature with her hands.

I thought she would immediately pull her hand away, but Yan Xingmeng kept her hand on the water outlet.

"It's not cold."

"Isn't it amazing that the well water is warm in winter?"

The next second, Yan Xingmeng stared intently at herself, and her hand, which had been washed by well water, pressed against Guang Changchen's left cheek. It was still so cold...

"How was it?" Yan Xingmeng tilted her head slightly, her smile never fading.

"Then I'll try."

"No way!" Yan Xingmeng hurriedly ran away. In this atmosphere, the two really looked like a young couple. Then Yan Xingmeng tried to draw water from the well herself. The strange resistance surprised her. This made Guangchang subconsciously feel that this place was not as boring as he had imagined.

After playing around for a while, Guangchang Chen and Yan Xingmeng's clothes were soaked. Guangchang Chen led her upstairs. His father had sent a message not long ago saying that he was going to the city. The city was half an hour away from here, and he would be busy for a while before he got back. Only his grandmother was at home. He figured that even if he didn't want to bring her, Yan Xingmeng would definitely insist on coming.

Guangchang took two steps, but Yan Xingmeng behind him seemed to remain motionless. He turned around and saw that she hadn't come any closer. Instead, she was looking up at him with displeasure, and then raised her right hand again.

Um... you won't leave unless I hold your hand, right?

Guangchang had no choice but to go back and take Yan Xingmeng's hand again, but this time it was different.

Guang Chen pulled Yan Xingmeng's hand instead of hers, which was covered by gloves. Yan Xingmeng had already taken off her gloves, so now their palms were truly facing each other.

The two then went upstairs, and on the second-floor platform, Grandma was lying on a recliner, taking a nap.

Yan Xingmeng's eyes revealed surprise. She temporarily released Guang Yuanchen's hand and warmly stepped forward to greet him, "Grandma?"

Grandma looked at her with a puzzled expression. When she saw such a beautiful girl going upstairs with her eldest grandson, she slowly sat up from the recliner.

Yan Xingmeng was quite enthusiastic and introduced herself very warmly, explaining that she and Guangchang were colleagues who worked together. Anyone could tell that her appearance in her hometown at this time had an obvious meaning. Her grandmother nodded repeatedly, seemingly quite satisfied with Yan Xingmeng's appearance and manners.

Guangchang Chen wasn't surprised at all. He had already expected that Yan Xingmeng could handle his grandmother. He watched Yan Xingmeng chatting with his grandmother while he walked to the edge of the second-floor platform, to the gap between the potted plants filled with grass, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

Oh? Shan Yimo also sent me a message.

"I'm fine now, don't worry about me."

A reply is fine.

This message was actually sent by Guangchang Chen yesterday before he went to Shan Yimo's house, but Shan Yimo didn't reply at all. It wasn't until now that she continued with the previous message and gave a reply.

Before Guangchang could reply, another photo of lunch was sent over.

It was a three-dish meal and soup cooked by Shan Yimo. Guang Guangchen clicked on the large image and thought, "Oh, the dishes look great!" This reminded Guang Guangchen of the meal he had just eaten from his grandmother. The taste was still a little subtle. Hmm, this is the taste of family.

A bowl of soup was also provided, as Guangchang really enjoys drinking soup.

Looking at the picture, Guangchang's lips gradually curved upwards into a smile.

Meanwhile, Yan Xingmeng, who was telling her grandmother about her actual position at the school, was also looking for Guang Yuchen. She noticed that he was standing on the edge of the platform, holding a phone in one hand, looking at the screen, and smiling very easily and naturally.

Who exactly was he messaging...?

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156. Look who I brought!

It sounded as if a die had been thrown, making a crisp sound on the table.

Inspiration: 30/50.

Guangchang noticed something and immediately glanced at Yan Xingmeng; their eyes met instantly.

"Hmm?" The next second, a hint of doubt appeared in Guangchang's eyes.

It was precisely this doubt that dispelled all of Yan Xingmeng's guesses. She only had doubts, not the slightest guilt. Then Yan Xingmeng smiled again, turned her head and continued chatting with her grandmother, without getting up to ask Guangchang who he was talking to.

After all, chatting with Shan Yimo was a way of taking care of a patient. Shan Yimo was suffering from a mental illness, and Guang Guangchen didn't feel that he needed to hide anything from her. It was only because Shan Yimo repeatedly asked him not to tell the president that Guang Guangchen would have definitely chosen a time to talk to Yan Xingmeng about it. Yan Xingmeng didn't think as much as Shan Yimo did. The two of them showed their kindness to each other in different ways.

……

"Are you used to this food?"

"Maybe."

"If... uh, it's okay." Guangchang subconsciously wanted to say that if the young lady were here, she would definitely say that this was a poor man's delicacy to mock him, but... the occasion! Guangchang, the occasion! Pay attention to the occasion!

Inside the kitchen, Guangchang was frying rice cake slices for Yan Xingmeng. This was one of the few simple and delicious dishes. He took out the long strips of rice cake that had been soaking in the vat, then sliced ​​them with a knife. Then, without any further steps, he simply put them in a hot pan with hot oil to fry. After frying, he sprinkled a little salt on them. The taste was... divine.

Yan Xingmeng had never cooked before. There was no cooking component in the special courses. Why would pampered young masters and ladies learn to flip woks? The purpose of the special courses was to help them better socialize and integrate into society. Since these people were already in the upper-middle class, their special courses would be adjusted accordingly.

There's a type of version change that's often based on the strength of professional players' gameplay, rather than on the wishes of the 99% of casual ranked players.

Guang Guangchen used chopsticks to pick out pieces of fried rice cake. The originally thin rice cake pieces became puffed up and golden brown after being fried. Guang Guangchen sprinkled salt on them and ate them with his hands, holding the plate and handing it to Yan Xingmeng.

"Be careful of the burn."

Yan Xingmeng smelled it quite fragrant, so she picked up one of the pieces, took a small bite, and her eyes lit up. She looked up at Guang Changchen with delight and said, "Delicious!"

Are you a rabbit? You're always hopping around.

Guangchang then uttered his classic line: "If you like it, eat more."

Yan Xingmeng held the plate herself, while Guangchang Chen turned off the range hood and squatted down to turn off the gas. His grandmother asked him about the gas several times in the middle of the day, as if leaving the gas on all the time when not cooking posed a risk of explosion.

Yan Xingmeng seemed quite happy and, without any hesitation, took Guangchang Chen's arm and walked out of the kitchen.

From her perspective, it means that since you've already agreed to hold my hand, I'm free to hold your hand whenever I want. But right now, I'm holding a plate in one hand and fried rice cakes in the other, so I can't free my hands. Holding your hand is already an unavoidable solution.

Once the idea is in her mind, it's considered something that can be done.

Holy crap, Machima.

"I haven't washed my hands yet," Guangchang complained leisurely, but Yan Xingmeng still pulled him outside the house.

Just then, the commotion outside the door caught their attention. Guang's father had returned, carrying a lot of things.

Guang's father noticed the super pretty girl at first glance, and she was happily holding his son's arm.

“This is my dad,” Guangchang Chen said succinctly.

"Hello, Uncle~" Yan Xingmeng said sweetly, as if it could melt anyone's heart. Hey, wake up, that's a sweet poisonous swamp.

"Who, who is this?" At first glance, Guang's father felt that this girl was quite extraordinary. At least in terms of appearance and temperament, she was a perfect match for his son.

Aha... Old Deng!

Guangchang looked at her father calmly, a little curious about his expression when he learned her identity.

"Uncle, my name is Yan Xingmeng, and I am currently a classmate of Guangchang Chen at the same school."

“The eldest daughter of the Yan family.” Guangchang Chen flicked his left hand and made a special note of it.

Hearing this, Guang's father couldn't help but understand. They were all from the same city, and it was obvious who had power and influence, especially the Yan family, whose reputation was legendary. Guang's father was at most a small businessman with some wealth, and compared to a behemoth like the Yan family, he felt utterly insignificant...

thump.

With two large bags in his hands, Guang's father put them on the ground, took a deep breath, and replied in a low voice, "Hello," before bowing ninety degrees to Yan Xingmeng.

Hmm... about being obsequious...

What a true hero!

"Uncle, you don't need to be so polite." Yan Xingmeng was amused, but when Guang's father looked up, his eyes were filled with tears. Sigh...

He strode forward, extending both hands to Yan Xingmeng. He firmly grasped her right hand, his face solemn, his eyes reddening, and exclaimed excitedly, "Great! This is wonderful!"

"Uncle, how come you're all better now?"

"Nothing's wrong, everything's fine. Hurry up, Fanchen, take the things inside. I'll cook dinner tonight, so stay for dinner."

“Okay, Uncle.” Yan Xingmeng smiled, her eyes narrowing.

Guang's father clutched his chest and backed away step by step. He was probably overwhelmed by the joy. The eldest daughter of the Yan family had actually come to his hometown to see his son. The goodwill between them was obvious. He was nervous, and then an overwhelming sense of nervousness washed over him. Clearly, Guang's father was thinking very, very far ahead.

Well... Dad, Guangchang Chen has wanted to complain for a long time. His dad really has a bit of Jia Bing's flavor. He really has a talent for comedy.

Guangchang nodded, stepped forward, picked up the large and small bags, and looked inside. They were all local specialties...

After exchanging glances with his father, Guang's father finally realized what was going on and said, "If you don't like the food, why don't we drive to the city to eat? I'll make a reservation at a restaurant."

The eldest daughter of the Yan family may not be used to home-cooked dishes.

Yan Xingmeng shook her head and said with a faint smile, "I believe Uncle's cooking is definitely delicious, let's eat at home."

sensible!

Guang's father practically had his satisfaction written all over his face. He nodded repeatedly, then, without even asking his son, he stepped forward and snatched the things from his son's hands. He looked back and forth between the two of them meaningfully, then quickly walked into the inner room.

He should have become a comedian.

As soon as Guang's father left, Guang Chen showed a helpless expression, while Yan Xingmeng continued eating fried rice cake slices, looking down and unable to suppress a smile.

On a quiet holiday afternoon in a village, two small wicker chairs sat idly in a slightly chilly breeze, whiling away the time. A sense of ease flowed into the hearts of Guang Chen and Yan Xingmeng, minute after minute…

During this time, Guang Chen recalled Han Junche's words again. This was the third time he had gone on this trip. The situation might be very different from what Han Junche had described, or it might be because he felt relieved after his words had been verified.

A sigh of relief? For myself?

Guang Guangchen's gaze froze. If he didn't care about this at all, why would he feel relieved? Did he also care about Yan Xingmeng's opinion of him? Moreover, this time she only said a few coquettish words, and he held her hand and walked with her all the way. Two or three months ago, Guang Guangchen would never have dared to imagine this, and he would have been too busy running away to do so.

And now he finds himself idly enjoying the breeze with Yan Xingmeng back in his hometown.

Has she already accepted having Yan Xingmeng by her side? If she loses this person in the future, will she feel lonely and sad?

Guangchang asked himself honestly, if the "worldly trials" were a deception, then following his heart was the only right answer. What were his current feelings for Yan Xingmeng? And… there was someone he absolutely couldn't ignore: yesterday, he had developed feelings for Shan Yimo that went beyond friendship on several occasions. What was wrong with him? Was he emotionally unstable?

Guangchang sat in a small rattan chair, yawning as he rested his chin on his right hand.

As the sun gradually set, Guang Guangchen discussed Yan Xingmeng's accommodation after dinner with her. Yan Xingmeng quickly agreed that she could sleep in an empty room at her grandmother's house, but Guang Guangchen directly refused. Guang's father would drive her back to the city, and she would stay in a high-end hotel for the time being.

The atmosphere at dinner was very harmonious, so harmonious that it felt as if Yan Xingmeng had always been a part of the table.

Uh... what did I say back then?

When you feel comfortable being with someone in every aspect, it means that the other person has surpassed you in every area.

Yan Xingmeng's upbringing enabled her to handle all sorts of difficult situations from her elders. Is that considered acting like a little adult, wearing a mask...?