Lin Qingqing did not expect that Lin Qian's care for her would continue to this day, just as she did not expect that Lin Qian would ask Wang Muyang to take care of her before.
Sister Xian always cares for people to an unexpected degree.
Lin Qingqing took Lin Qian to her favorite hotpot restaurant in the city. While eating, she pulled Lin Qian to say thank you. The waiter who came to serve the food didn't even notice the sticky look.
Lin Qian's clone is eating in the city, which does not prevent her original body from still having dinner.
This afternoon, Mu Henian told Lin Qian about Mu Xinghe's situation, from life and study to cultivation.
It is said that after going abroad, Mu Xinghe's cultivation level increased rapidly.
"Xinghe told me that she could feel that it was easier to absorb the spiritual energy over there." Mu Henian was very kind. Since it is easy to absorb foreign spiritual energy, the nobles must also enjoy it, "Xiao Lin, is it right?
There are too many people practicing on the side, so the consumption is a bit high? How about I take you to study abroad?"
"The spiritual energy in the environment is not so easily consumed." Lin Qian said, "The spiritual energy that people can absorb from nature is an extremely small part. The reason why Xinghe finds it easier to practice is a matter of mentality." p>
Mu Henian nodded, he could understand that the distance was far enough, it was like changing the world.
Mu Henian sighed. There was no one else around, and there was no need to hide what he said. "In the final analysis, it was me, the father, who failed to protect her."
When I said this, I thought the noble man would be able to give some explanations. Unexpectedly, the noble man nodded in agreement, "It is indeed."
Mu Henian remained silent. No matter how rich he was, he could not turn back time.
Only he knows his self-blame and regret.
Mu Henian walked next to Lin Qian. The two of them walked slowly along the path in the village. The pale yellow light pouring down from the street lamp completely covered up the moonlight.
Mu Henian raised his head, his eyes couldn't help but squint under the light.
Not long ago, this was a simple and natural mountain village. In less than a year, the location has not changed, but the style has completely changed.
I remember that when he first came here, he hid his identity in order to survive. Almost everyone in the village he saw at that time had fatigue and hardship written on their faces, especially the village chief, who only had the word "greed" on his face.
At that time, Xialing Village was in line with his imagination of rural areas.
It seems that simplicity should be associated with poverty.
Now that poverty is gone, he feels that simplicity is gone too.
This quiet mountain village has become a tourist attraction. Mu Henian doesn't know whether to praise the village chief's brains or sigh that the retirement place he found is becoming more and more lively every day.
Just as I was thinking this, a pair of laughing young men and women walked in front of me and passed by with their arms around each other's waists.
"There are really more and more people in the village." Mu Henian said, "Business has its benefits, and quiet has its benefits. My lord, do you like liveliness or silence?"
Although Lin Qian had been eating, Mu Henian was standing within an arm's length of her. How could Lin Qian not see his unconcealed emotional changes?
Of course Lin Qian also knew the purpose of his question.
As long as Lin Qian says she likes quiet, Boss Mu will probably provide her with a quiet place to live.
It was really not necessary, so Lin Qian gave this answer: "I like normality."
"Normal." Mu Henian followed Lin Qian's footsteps, smacking these two words in his heart. The more he tasted them, the more profound they became.
The antonym of ordinary is not abnormal. The meaning of noble is that no matter it is lively or quiet, as long as it is not abnormal, in the end, being noble means being aware.
The two of them walked to the river. In the cleared space by the river, people gathered around and had a bonfire party.
In fact, it is just a small brazier.
The village chief said that the surrounding area was surrounded by woods and the wind direction was changeable. It would be dangerous if the fire was too big, so he built a small brazier, but the price list for the venue fee stubbornly said bonfire.
Young people gathered around a small fire. They wore thick coats and leaned on each other, laughing while toasting. It seems that young souls should be so free and happy.
Mu Henian stood aside and watched for a while. He mainly watched with Lin Qian.
Even if his nobleman doesn't move, he is willing to accompany him and blow the cold wind.
"It's good to be young," Mu Henian said, "At my age, I can no longer appreciate the fun."
Lin Qian laughed twice and said, "They can't appreciate your fun. You go back first. I have to go get together with the young people." Especially the snacks brought by the young people are so novel and tempting.
Lin Xian pretended to be a young man and played with the group for about half an hour. When the things on the table were empty, she used the excuse that it was late and she had to go back to sleep.
The next morning, the village chief was awakened by the sound in the yard. He opened the curtains and saw his wife arranging firewood.
"Why did you bring that thing back?" The village chief was old and had little sleep. It was difficult to fall back asleep after being woken up, so he simply put on his clothes and got up.
"It's all money, why don't you take it back." The village elder's wife sorted out the firewood she brought back from the open space by the river early in the morning.
The village chief complained, "How much money can you make? It's so noisy early in the morning."
"Twenty yuan a bundle." The village elder's wife said, "You are the village chief and you look down on this little money. A pack of cigarettes in your pocket is more than twenty yuan."
"Those were given by others. When have I ever bought expensive ones?" The village chief sat down on the small bench at the door, "Is breakfast ready?"
The village elder's wife threw a piece of tree bark over and said, "It's done, you can eat it."
"Hey! You started to be vindictive early in the morning. You are really." The village chief put on his cotton shoes and said, "I'm going to go out for a walk, so don't do it. Let's make breakfast first."
No matter what his wife complained behind him, he walked out the door and pretended that he didn't hear it.
Although the village chief is old, his intestines and stomach have always been good. He went to the public toilet for a while and felt hungry when he came out.
As he walked along, smelling the smell of other people's breakfast, the village chief calculated how long it would take for his own breakfast to be ready.
I walked and came to the door of Lin Hong’s house.
The door of his house is open, and there are three tables of breakfast guests sitting in the living room.
The village chief hesitated and walked in.
Lin Hong's wife just came out with cold vegetables, "Village chief, why are you here so early in the morning?"
"Walking around, stopping by your door and stopping by."
Lin Hong's wife put down the dishes and led the village chief to sit down on the sofa, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet." The village chief took the hot tea from Lin Hong's wife, "I'll go back and eat it later."
"Why go back and eat?" Lin Hong's wife was more generous than Lin Hong, "Just eat at my house."
Lin Hong and his wife got up very early, but they were so busy shopping, preparing vegetables and making breakfast that they didn't even have time to drink water. It happened that the village chief came over and could take a break.
I simply set up a table and invited the village chief to eat together.
The village chief was too happy to go back, and started to eat after a few symbolic refusals.
Halfway through the meal, the village chief saw a guest standing up and walking out. It was the tomb robber.
"Eat." Lin Hong saw the village chief stop his chopsticks and pick up a small fried dough stick for him, "They are all freshly fried, you're welcome."
The village chief took the small fried dough sticks and said, "Hey, I asked you to keep an eye on that person. Did you help me pay attention?"
"Hey, why are you staring at him? A novelist thinks about weird things all day long."