The old lady, feeling both amused and helpless, reached out to pinch Aunt Liu's face and spat: "You sly thing, now that I've grown old, you start using our family mbers to make fun of ."
Aunt Liu didn't dodge, deliberately shifting her face along with the old lady's fingers:
"How could I do that? I'm just speaking from the heart. Listen to yourself, it's truly different."
"What's so special about it? When I was young..."
"And you were like this when you were young?"
"When I was young, I didn't play as exquisitely as these two little ones."
"Well, that makes feel better."
"Go, go, go, serve the dishes, they're almost done playing."
Liu Yui waved her hand to send Aunt Liu away, her fingertips lightly tapping on the table to the rhythm of the music.
She knew how extraordinarily talented her granddaughter was; otherwise, those busybodies wouldn't flock to try to ruin her.
The excellence of the young ones was clearly visible to the naked eye.
The Qin and Liu Families have produced exceptional talents through generations, naturally broadening their horizons, yet they've truly never encountered such a prodigy.
If the two children can safely grow up into adulthood, the Dragon King's Court of both families will not only rise again, but may even surpass the past.
Scarcity of people is not an issue; in every generation, there can only be one Dragon King.
Besides, it's not like people can't be born...
Previously, she hoped Alii's health would recover; now, she dreams of much more.
She glanced into the yard where Qin Li was tidying up the vegetable garden.
When Ali encountered trouble, Zou Jiang failed, and Alii was still in her cradle, she had no choice but to endure.
This ti, she was resolved not to endure any longer.
After all, she's lived long enough, and there's successors to the family legacy, so she naturally starts pondering how to maximize the value of this old life.
Avenging afterwards is the worst strategy; naturally, she should warn beforehand.
If anyone dares to make foul moves again, she would risk her life to fight to their doorstep, taking down a few along the way, and especially targeting the cunning old and young ones.
But the problem is, Xiao Yuan's way of Zou Jiang is truly peculiar, sothing even she hasn't seen before.
This makes her wonder if making such bold warnings might actually be detrintal to Xiao Yuan.
At least for now, Xiao Yuan progresses steadily, even finding interest in attending classes, painting, and playing piano between each wave.
As the music ends.
Liu Yui ca to her senses, and when the two children erged, she looked embarrassed.
In the final piece, the children's playing got a bit ssy and lost its charm because she unintentionally released a killing aura and disturbed them.
After lunch, Li Zhiyuan returned to the store, and Tan Wenbin parked the small pickup truck at the store entrance, and everyone got on the vehicle, heading to the theater.
On the way, Yin ng curiously asked, "I thought you would go pick up your class president."
Tan Wenbin replied righteously: "How could I? Brothers are like limbs, won are like clothes. Of course, brothers co first!"
Upon hearing "clothes," Run Sheng, who was sitting at the back of the truck bed, silently sighed.
Upon arriving at the theater entrance, having just parked, they saw Zhou Yunyun and Luo Mingzhu standing there, holding a big bag of snacks and drinks.
Yin ng teased: "We these clothes should get off first."
Tan Wenbin explained: "I didn't give them the tickets; Luo Mingzhu's family is hosting the banquet after the performance, and she got the tickets from her dad."
Luo Mingzhu, originally standing on the steps and chatting with Zhou Yunyun, froze upon seeing Li Zhiyuan and the others approaching, her expression montarily blank, and her hands lost grip on the bag, spilling everything out.
She had seen all these people "in her dreams."
Zhou Yunyun: "Senior, what's wrong?"
"I... I..."
Tan Wenbin stepped up first, helping to pick up the scattered items.
Luo Mingzhu grasped Tan Wenbin's arm, excitedly saying: "It's them, isn't it? You're together, right? You're the ones who saved us, aren't you?"
Tan Wenbin lifted his head, taking advantage of Zhou Yunyun's distraction in picking up items, glared at Luo Mingzhu, and said:
"Senior, if you keep acting startled, be careful you don't fall back into that nightmare while sleeping tonight."
Luo Mingzhu imdiately closed her mouth.
Zhou Yunyun: "Xiao Yuan."
Li Zhiyuan: "Hello, Class President."
They checked their tickets and entered the theater.
Zhou Yunyun and Luo Mingzhu didn't sit with Li Zhiyuan and the others; they sat in another corner, quite a distance away.
Tan Wenbin also didn't sit with them, even though changing seats and switching tickets would be easy for him; he chose to sit next to Li Zhiyuan.
Dates can be arranged privately, but he certainly wouldn't bring guests to a team-building event, and he only found out later that Zhou Yunyun and Luo Mingzhu wanted to co.
Li Zhiyuan knew that even if he asked, Tan Wenbin wouldn't sit over there, so he just skipped this process.
As the performance was about to begin, the grand theater was almost full, with many school and departnt banners hanging on the surrounding walls.
The host was also from Jinling TV Station, with caras already recording.
A leader gave a simple opening speech, and the host introduced the leaders in the front row; after everyone applauded, the necessary procedures were completed, and the program began.
The program was indeed spectacular; while so might coast through with poetry recitation in class units, school-level performances still feature many talents.
During a male and female vocal duet, preparations were underway in the background.
A high platform was set up, its top almost at the highest point of the stage, nearly thirty ters above the ground.
Four ropes extended from the high point downward, fixed below, with four lion heads as markers at the top.
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