At the breakfast table in the morning, when the old lady heard that she was coming to diate a marital dispute, her eyes were filled with surprise.
Indeed,
for anyone else, how could she possibly be willing to co all this way just to handle such a matter?
One can only say that so people inherently possess a certain quality that makes them shine wherever they go.
With this thought, Li Zhiyuan suddenly felt a bit disillusioned.
Because he might very well have been used.
Moreover, this kind of manipulation is only apparent at the end, impossible to detect beforehand, and even if you do, you have to go along with it.
In fact, you might never get a definitive answer.
Because no matter what the Bai Family's Lady does to Xue Liangliang in terms of "tender affections," it could all be explained as submission to the Dragon King family's power.
Even if she admits it outright, it doesn't matter.
Li Zhiyuan didn't like this feeling, yet he was helpless.
At this mont, the bride retreated three steps, the screen of water on her body following her movent.
She knelt down, her upper body straight, hands forming an arch, first raised to her forehead, right hand outside the left, then her hands bowed down to her abdon, this was a solemn salute.
In ancient tis, won wore many ornants, and perford this salute to elders or esteed figures.
Li Zhiyuan waved to her.
The bride's body slowly descended, and finally subrged into the river, the wind and waves quiet.
"Let's go."
Li Zhiyuan turned and left, followed by Xiong Shan and Lihua exchanging a glance.
Once in the car, Liu Changping drove and took everyone back to Li Sanjiang's house.
Liu Changping was asked to drive to Shigang Town to refuel and to find a place to stay overnight there.
Xiong Shan and Lihua were arranged by Li Zhiyuan to stay in the west room.
The east room was where Alii and Liu Yui once stayed, and it's always been locked.
Grandmaster had said that the east room should be kept locked until it was certain that the shrewd old lady would not matchmake her granddaughter to their Little Yuanhou.
When Li Sanjiang was young, not only had he road Shanghai Beach, but he also participated in the three major battles.
It would be unlikely to say he couldn't see through the hidden implications behind Liu Yui's daily behaviors.
In Li Sanjiang's philosophy of handling affairs, discussing money with wealthy people was aningless; it was more about talking thoughts and emotions.
As for Xiao Yingying, Li Zhiyuan initially thought she would stay in the west room, but she didn't; she slept in a coffin on the first floor at night.
Because Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin loved sleeping in coffins before, cool in the sumr and warm in the winter, so Li Sanjiang didn't care much about it.
A small disturbance occurred in between; Lihua's child was also taken into the coffin by Xiao Yingying.
Lihua pushed open the coffin lid, seeing her son sleeping soundly on top of a corpse.
This child, since birth, had been taken along by his parents on tours around Jianghu, really witnessing a lot of the world.
When Lihua reached in to pick up her son, Xiao Yingying suddenly opened her eyes.
Yet, she didn't stop her.
Lihua picked up her son, gave him a shake and a kiss.
After playing for a while, Lihua put her son back into the coffin.
Xiao Yingying's eyes seed puzzled.
Lihua smiled and helped them close the coffin lid.
When you take the first step to accept sothing new, your tolerance for acceptance will increase at an alarming rate.
During the day, Lihua felt it absurd to have a corpse help take care of her child, but by night, she found it quite nice.
With soone helping with the child, she could enjoy ti with her husband alone in the west room.
Li Zhiyuan climbed to the second floor, and as he passed by the Grandmaster's room, he heard his snoring.
Judging by it, the Grandmaster wouldn't wake up until dawn.
In his own room, there was no snoring.
Opening the door, he saw Xue Liangliang sitting by the bed, holding a cup of steaming tea, sipping it slowly.
"Xiao Yuan? Xiao Yuan! Xiao Yuan... "
From confusion to delight, then to sadness.
As Xue Liangliang put down the teacup and was about to rush over, Li Zhiyuan raised his hand, making a halting gesture.
"Reeking of alcohol, stinks."
Xue Liangliang smiled awkwardly and opened the room windows and door to ventilate and disperse the sll.
Li Zhiyuan walked out of the room and sat on a rattan chair on the terrace.
Xue Liangliang, carrying a basin, ca out of the room, humming a song as he went to bathe.
Communication between smart people is simple. Xiao Yuan coming ho late at night and imdiately complaining about the sll of alcohol ant the task was completed.
After the bath, Xue Liangliang changed into clean clothes, appearing much more refreshed, though still a bit scruffy.
Upon closer inspection, over the past half year, running around various projects with Mr. Luo, weathering storms, his once tender scholarly air had been replaced with ruggedness and resilience.
The only thing unchanged was the light still shining in his eyes.
"Brother Liangliang, you handle your liquor well."
"Ah, I honed it on the construction sites. I used to hear that drinking relieves fatigue, didn't understand it then, but now I do. And I'm still better off; the workers on the front line have it tougher."
"Not easy."
"Don't rush to sympathize with , you're next. After the New Year, a big project is about to start officially, and the relocation work is already being prepared gradually."
"Will many people be relocated?"
"Yes, many people will be uprooted, their hos subrged underwater, never to see daylight again."
Li Zhiyuan looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
Xue Liangliang took out a cigarette pack from his pocket, withdrew a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, then exhaled slowly:
"So, our responsibility is heavy. If we don't do this project well, we won't live up to the enormous sacrifices made by everyone involved."
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