Uneasy daily life

There were even halberds and Green Dragon Crescent Blades.

"Did the old man used to be an opera singer?"

"These are some of my collections. I've loved playing with weapons since I was a child, and I even studied Aikido before."

The old man walked into the lobby from outside, unceremoniously grabbed the Green Dragon Crescent Blade from the shelf, took it down with ease, pretended to stroke his beard, and put on a stern and dignified expression: "Do I look like Guan Yu?"

The white-clad figure narrowed his eyes slightly, strode confidently to another shelf, took down the halberd with one hand, and his voice changed, becoming powerful and resonant: "Lu Bu, the valiant one, is here!"

"?" The old man was taken aback. "You're an opera singer?"

"The halberd of Fangtian presses down on Hulao Pass, Red Hare neighs in the wind, treading on the mighty hero. How dare you say that heroes lack ambition? How many can be as dashing and unrestrained as I am?"

He twirled the halberd in his hand a few times, and with a loud and unrestrained shout, the white figure moved swiftly and leaped from the main hall to the courtyard, brandishing the halberd and shouting, "Father, are you still able to eat?!"

This young man is interesting.

The old man, seized by a playful impulse and fueled by his passion for weapons, shouldered his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and followed them out.

"Your father is here!"

The old man had just stepped into the courtyard when he saw the young man opposite him speak in his own voice. Confused, he quickly raised his hand and said, "Hey! What's going on? Who's your father?!"

"I saw that the old man was embarrassed, so I provided a voiceover for you. Don't mind it."

The old man was embarrassed: "...You'd better not do it, it's not like you're supposed to do it this way!"

"Stop talking nonsense and watch the moves!"

The two men swung their weapons, exchanging blows in slow motion. The old man was clearly a passionate weapons enthusiast; both of his long weapons were made of solid, hard materials. Even without any particularly vigorous movements, he was already sweating profusely after just a short time of wielding them.

An old man and a young man put down their weapons, sat back on their recliners and drank some cool tea. Bai Ying asked curiously, "There are still eighteen-foot spears on the weapon rack, but why aren't there the twin swords? The props for the Three Heroes Fighting Lü Bu are incomplete."

"Liu Bei is no good at fighting." He gulped down a few mouthfuls of tea and said bluntly, "Besides, everyone else's weapons are so long, but he only has a pair of chopsticks, one long and one short."

“That’s true.” Bai Ying said, thinking about the scene from earlier, “It’s a pity we didn’t film the battle scene…”

The old man shook his head: "How can a film that's taken so slowly be watchable?"

"Grandpa, haven't you heard of video acceleration?" Bai Ying took out his phone and demonstrated, "As long as the speed is fast enough, even slow movements can become as fast as the wind."

The old man's eyes lit up, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "It's a pity that armor and the like are rather troublesome, I don't have any armor or robes here."

"Perfection is the standard for filming, not for happiness." Bai Ying smiled casually, glanced at the time on her phone, and said, "Hmm? It's already this late. Looks like I can't go back today. I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Are you in such a hurry to go back?"

"I've calmed down now, so naturally I have to go back to see my girlfriend," Bai Ying said excitedly. "I'm planning to go up and give her a hug and then kiss her cheek."

The old man, recalling the young man's complicated and chaotic love life, wore an expression that was somewhat unbearable to look at, yet also tinged with admiration: "Young people are just so bold..."

"Oh? Grandpa's a coward?"

"Where am I a coward!"

"Heh." Bai Ying pouted and said, "When an old man goes to great lengths to prepare ingredients and cooks a lot of dishes, it must be because his children are coming to visit, and he wants to make sure they eat and drink well, right?"

"Young man, you're quite clever," the old man pressed, "but why did you say I'm timid?"

"Because I don't know how to treat the younger generation well, I can only advise them to eat well and eat more."

Bai Ying took a few sips of tea from the large bowl: "As I get older and have more free time, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I did some things wrong in the past. I want to make up for it but I don't know how. So I can only cook more food and urge people to eat more, expressing my goodwill in a subtle way."

"...The young man is quite insightful."

The old man sighed, feeling a bit strange at being lectured, and snorted coldly, "It's a pity you see through it all but can't get over it. You've already wronged several girls, haven't you?"

"It's alright, I'm still young, just getting started." Bai Ying retorted with a sneer, "It's a pity for you, old man, you don't have many opportunities and you're too timid."

The old man got angry: "How much guts do you have?"

The white figure roared, "I'd hug you the moment we meet! What about you?"

The old man said, "I dare!"

Bai Ying: "I dare to hug two!"

The old man said, "I have one daughter, two granddaughters, and I'm carrying three!"

Bai Ying: "I dare to kiss your cheek!"

The old man: "Me too... Pshaw! The world is going to the dogs!"

White Shadow: "Win!"

"Win my ass!" the old man roared. "I dare say I'm sorry!"

The two stared at each other with wide eyes.

Bai Ying suddenly smiled and casually said, "Let's see if the old man can greet them with a smile first."

"Laugh?" The old man ignored Bai Ying's words. He smiled, revealing clean, straight, and healthy teeth. "What's so difficult about that?"

"We can talk a thousand words when we meet by chance, but we rarely smile when we are together day and night."

Bai Ying clicked his tongue and said, "I think the old man is that kind of person."

"Then you've misjudged me." The old man snorted. "I've been learning to do business since I was a teenager, and I'm quite talkative."

As for whether it works or not, as long as it can work, then it works. Whether it works or not doesn't matter, as long as it works!

"Then I wish you a happy reunion, sir," the white-robed figure said, bowing slightly. "I should also find a place to spend the night."

He got up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and prepared to leave. The old man waved goodbye with lingering reluctance, saying, "Have a safe trip."

It's hard to say goodbye to such a pleasant chat. Fortunately, my daughter's family is coming tomorrow... at least I can give my son-in-law a few pointers and have a chat.

As the old man was reminiscing, he suddenly realized that the white figure hadn't left, but had turned around and was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"What did you forget?"

"Sir, shouldn't you invite me to stay for dinner and overnight, since we're already having a great time?"

"?"

The old man looked blankly at him. His skin was truly thick... No wonder you have four girlfriends, kid.

“I don’t have rice for idle people here; you have to work.”

"I understand. We need to process the ingredients, make broth, and prepare tomorrow's main dish, right?"

"can you cook?"

"I am a Chinese student studying abroad."

"Oh, that's normal now." As the conversation casually turned to nationality, the old man suddenly remembered something that should be quite important, "What's your name again?"

"White shadow".

Bai Ying smiled, revealing her teeth.

Putting aside his four messy girlfriends, he's not greedy; he's a young man I can chat with and get along with. If I had met him when I was younger, I might have tried to set him up with my daughter...

The old man was quite satisfied, but then he remembered a certain lazy, ignorant child who couldn't distinguish between grains, couldn't cook, and ate a whole bucket of food, and he was even more satisfied.

"You'll be sleeping in that little room later. Don't worry about it; it's just a room for guests."

……

……

"Ah sneeze——!"

Yukinoshita's father, who was taking things out of the car with large and small bags, sneezed and looked around suspiciously.

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out to help carry some things: "Father has a cold? We should be able to buy cold medicine in town, right?"

"I feel like someone's talking badly about me," Yukinoshita's father frowned. "It must be something... I mean the white-label bacteria!"

"If Father says anything more that is meaningless and simply attributes all problems and feelings to Haku-kun..." Yukino Yukinoshita picked up the two bags and said calmly, "Then Father can carry the things by himself."

“Is it possible that he’s not a jerk?” Yukino Haruno reasoned seriously. “Grandpa didn’t like Father very much, right? It’s possible that Grandpa was the one who spoke ill of Father.”

"It's alright, I was indeed quite foolish back then," Yukinoshita's father said magnanimously. "It's my blessing that my father-in-law scolded me a few times."

"Your father probably admires you a lot."

Yukino's mother said calmly, looking up at the road, "Go up this way, and that's where your grandfather lived."

“Does Mother need to put on such a show?” Yukino Yukinoshita sighed deeply. “She even came to the countryside wearing a kimono…”

Yukinoshita's mother glanced at her and said, "Your dress isn't very nice."

"Oh, everything is great, you're beautiful and have great style."

"..."

As the four chatted casually along the flat cement road, they came to see the houses when a loud shout rang out, echoing through the rural sky.

"Hey! Take this!"

"Father, I am grateful for your filial piety!"

Amidst the shouts, two figures were locked in fierce combat in the courtyard. The young general wielded a halberd, defiant and unruly, while the veteran general, with his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, was no less formidable than Lian Po. Their weapons moved with the slowness of a kissing scene, yet their shouts and cries resembled a deathmatch. Their eyes clashed with a lightning-fast intensity, and the clang of metal rang out as their weapons struck.

"There is a flaw!"

The old general shouted and swung his sword down as slowly as a snail.

The young general seized the opportunity to reveal an opening, and his halberd failed to block the weapon, resulting in a slash to his chest.

"His lofty ambitions remained unfulfilled, his iron will tempered with tenderness, his dream shattered at White Gate Tower... cough cough... his bravery will last a thousand years... the number one of the Three Kingdoms, still Lü Wenhou...!"

The halberd fell to the ground, and the young general, reciting his death poem, collapsed with a thud.

That's quite a show. Next round it's my turn to play with the halberd, get me one too!

The old general, though inwardly grumbling, maintained a solemn expression, showing neither joy nor sorrow. He planted his Green Dragon Crescent Blade on the ground with one hand, stroked his nonexistent beard, and looked ahead as if gazing into the distance.

Outside the courtyard, four snow-covered figures stood.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Strongest Weapon

A bowl of silence between people, mixed with a little noise from the wind, solidifies into a wordless stiffness.

Generally speaking, liking cold weapons isn't a particularly special hobby. It's normal to take them out and play with them when you have free time. The key is that they combine collectability and practicality, providing both aesthetic pleasure and physical exercise, making them a very healthy hobby.

The old man under the snow felt half-cooled down, trying to come up with a reason in his mind that could convince himself that his earlier laughter was normal and nothing to be surprised about.

I failed, and I can't convince myself at all!

Why should I imitate Guan Yu by stroking my beard? I don't have a beard!

The old man under the snow had a stern face, his aged yet spirited features, silent and solemn.

Leaving aside what outsiders might say, my daughter is still the same as ever, wearing a kimono, her hair up, her posture upright, not much has changed. The other two are Yukino and Haruno, I suppose. Compared to the photos I've seen, they've both grown up. They truly are my granddaughters, beautiful and elegant, successfully overcoming the ugly genes of some outsider.

But here's the problem: this kind of significant meeting shouldn't be this significant...

"Father, it's been a long time."

The mother nodded and greeted him in the snow.

"Um……"

Yukino no Shino nodded slightly, appearing calm but actually confused, and greeted, "Yukino Haruno, I am your mother's father..."

What nonsense am I spouting?

Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her temples, glancing at the person still lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, and nodded with a slightly indifferent expression, "Yes, hello Grandpa."

I'm being treated like a weirdo?!

"Grandpa may be old, but he's young at heart. I admire you." Yukinoshita Haruno smiled and cupped her hands in greeting. "Hmm, you have the air of a fierce general."

"You need to exercise regularly to stay healthy..."

Grandpa Yukinoshita gave a serious explanation.

"Ahem! Don't just stand there, come in." Yukinoshita's father coughed to break the awkward silence. He was carrying large bags and panting as he stepped into the courtyard first, ignoring the certain brat who was pretending to be dead, and said with a warm smile, "Dad, it's been a long time."

"Hmm." Grandpa Yukinoshita nodded slightly and said calmly, "You're out of breath just from carrying a little stuff. You need to exercise more."

Yukinoshita's father: "Hahaha, yes, yes..."

I sensed a suspicious undercurrent of comparison and disparagement.