And then, one was swinging mid-air shouting, while the other sat quietly watching TV in the hall.
They didn’t bother each other.
What a harmonious scene.
The three episodes, conservatively estimated, would take two hours.
It seems even the Martial Saint here is not as carefree and unrestrained as the Great Sage Equalling Heaven.
Lan Peizhi wouldn’t really make a move, but the outwardly pure and good Taoist nun seems to be extrely action-oriented.
At this mont, Lan Peizhi may truly have given up on taking the Martial Saint away, and facing her brother’s complaints and grievances, she looked at her junior sister.
"What show?"
My Gosh?!
The Martial Saint’s expression froze, dumbfounded, mouth agape like it could fit an egg.
Li Shuru couldn’t help but laugh.
Everyone at this table is quite extraordinary.
"Westworld."
Tsk.
The young Taoist nun’s growth is remarkably rapid, having upgraded from dostic films to foreign ones, and from martial arts to science fiction.
Kant never stepped out of his hotown of Konigsberg, yet beca a philosopher who influenced the world.
Especially now in the information age.
Perfecting one’s understanding of the world doesn’t require using one’s legs.
Who knows to what extent Duanmu Taoist has evolved in thought while taking care of the child.
"Sis, Westworld runs an hour an episode!"
The Martial Saint continued complaining, almost tearfully, but his sister simply ignored him, and started discussing the movie with Sister Liuli.
"Eat."
Li Shuru reminded him with a look.
Seeing the two sisters agreeing like old pals, the Martial Saint could only let go of his wild notions, and turn his sorrow into appetite, burying his head in his al.
But after all, a boy is still a boy.
He won’t hold grudges like adults do, always harboring a slight dissatisfaction deep inside.
Not long after, the Martial Saint raised his head again, "Sister Shuru, what’s Brother Jiang Chen busy with lately, haven’t heard from him in a while."
Li Shuru laughed.
Seriously.
Do you need him to specially contact you, a middle schooler?
"He’s definitely busy with big things."
Li Shuru replied softly with a smile.
"Oh, I wonder what Brother Jiang Chen is busy fussing over, nothing is more important than this al."
This kid really knows how to shift bla, and has to say, he’s quite profound.
Anyway, Brother Jiang Chen isn’t here, neither hears nor sees it, no pain no gain, won’t suffer any loss, so it can’t be called hurting others for self-gain.
He sure does admire Brother Jiang Chen.
"Well, you shouldn’t learn from him in the future."
Li Shuru nodded, her words enveloped in mystery, making it hard to understand.
The Martial Saint looked confused, glanced at his sister Shuru, obviously didn’t get it.
"Learn what?"
He asked instinctively.
Li Shuru ate silently.
The Martial Saint’s brain clicked, seed to realize sothing, changed his tone "Sister Shuru, don’t bla Brother Jiang Chen, he’s also at the rcy of circumstances. People are like that, gaining sothing always cos with losing sothing. The more successful, the less personal ti surely they’ll have."
The Martial Saint perfectly demonstrates what it ans to be fickle, but soone here would surely be quite touched, might even instruct Daoist Sister not to punish him.
Indeed.
Siblings understand each other best.
"Brother Jiang Chen is actually having quite a hard ti too."
Looking at the warm food on the table, the Martial Saint sighed deeply, sinking deeper into the swamp of empathy.
Does Brother Jiang Chen not want to enjoy this dinner?
Surely he does.
Regarding the Martial Saint’s "thoughtful maturity", Li Shuru said nothing, but it was Lan Peizhi who spoke up.
"Finish eating and then upstairs to study."
Of course.
Parents everywhere are alike,
No matter how wonderful the atmosphere, learning is always the topic that cannot be ignored.
"I haven’t finished eating yet."
"Then hurry up and eat, finish and go study."
"..."
"..."
Li Shuru pursed her soft lips, unavoidably glanced at Tanki Liuli.
Unexpectedly, Tanki Liuli also seed to sense it, willingly t her gaze.
Under the "drive" of his big sister, the Martial Saint ultimately left the table early, finishing a bowl of rice before being urged upstairs, although he intended to serve himself a second bowl.
On the staircase, he paused, quietly looked back, but alas, couldn’t hear a thing.
"Sigh."
He sighed silently, withdrew his gaze, and could only head upstairs back to his room.
"The Martial Saint’s character far surpasses peers, he surely won’t be worse than anyone in the future."
"What’s wrong with being a farr."
A very peaceful inquiry.
Not a denial.
"Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a farr, working from dawn to dusk, peaceful and leisurely, but aspiring to be what kind of person depends on his own ambitions."
Li Shuru smiled softly and said: "Just like Miss Lan, the Martial Saint is also a very opinionated person, he knows he doesn’t like rural life, which may be similar to Miss Lan."
"How do you know he’s like ."
Li Shuru paused in silence, "If Miss Lan liked rural life, she wouldn’t be who she is now, right?"
Lan Peizhi’s mouth curled slightly, looking at the woman sitting across, whom she’d only t a few tis, yet each ti seed more straightforward, but said nothing.
Looks like.
The siblings indeed seem quite similar.
Both have hosteads in the village.
But actually.
How could they be alike.
The family business is always for the son to inherit.
The Martial Saint can choose to farm at ho or venture out, but she had no choice back then.
If she were the Martial Saint.
Perhaps there wouldn’t be today’s Lan Peizhi, in a village sowhere in Sichuan and Shu untraceable on a map, there might have been a diligent farming woman.
Counting the age.
Maybe by now, she’d have children pleasing her knees.
Just like.
The man from the village who obviously had the chance to leave but voluntarily gave up, the one with two loquat trees at the door.
Sitting in a luxury ho at East Sea’s tip, Lan Peizhi suddenly felt a bit dazed.
Indeed.
No matter how prominent a figure, there’s no way to completely resist the erosion of ti, as the force of ti doesn’t only affect one’s body but perates your thoughts and soul.
If only she used to.
Where would she ever think of this.
Li Shuru must have noticed the other’s distraction and quieted down, eating without a word.
Due to less talking, Tanki Liuli spent her ti where it should be, having drank several bowls of soup, the al was long finished.
However, she learned the worldly ways of human interaction, even if full and satisfied, having put down her chopsticks, didn’t leave but sat quietly waiting.
"Is there sothing you want to discuss with ."
After about half a minute, Lan Peizhi spoke again, breaking the silence.
Communicating feelings?
If that was the purpose, it should have been achieved.
Of course.
That was just an excuse regarding the Martial Saint.
Adult matters wouldn’t possibly involve a child.
"Jinhai Industry wants to invest in a second new energy car factory in Kyoto, has Miss Lan heard about it."
Since the other party brought it up, naturally there’s no need to beat around the bush.
Lan Peizhi said nothing, evidently indicating Li Shuru to continue.
"Originally it was a mutually beneficial collaboration, with the second factory built, Morning Light’s production capacity would significantly increase, shortening consurs’ waiting ti to receive cars, and strongly promoting the new energy market and upstream and downstream industries."
Perhaps.
These might be all rubbish.
But trivial talks are a necessity in life.
Don’t doubt it.
Without the trivial talks, communication costs between people would exponentially increase.
"So how’s Jinhai’s project progressing."
Lan Peizhi picked up a piece of mandarin fish with her chopsticks, placing it into her mouth.
"Not very well, encountering unknown obstacles, if unable to effectively resolve them, Jinhai’s plan to establish a new factory in Kyoto is likely heading for bankruptcy."
"Chairman Shi of Jinhai is my friend."
Li Shuru added without needing the other party to question, preemptively showcasing her seemingly ddleso yet legitimate and reasonable stance.
"So, what’s that got to do with ."
Two ’so’s, directly hitting the core.
Li Shuru remained calm, sitting upright, showing a graceful smile.
"Miss Lan.
is also my friend."
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