Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 197 - 35_6

Chapter 197: Chapter 35_6

Several tilers had come to the house and were building rooms in the back.

Aunt Liu came over with a chuckle and said to Li Zhiyuan:

"Your Grandmaster just asked what was going on, and I said it was because you wanted to build a studio for yourself. He actually just nodded, didn’t ask further, turned around to go inside and brought out money for me, which I pushed back, telling him we have enough.

He asked me where the money came from, and I told him it was won by Run Sheng playing cards."

"Hehe."

Run Sheng, who parked the car nearby, showed a silly smile on his face.

Li Zhiyuan then turned to remind, "Brother Runsheng, better run."

"What?"

From inside the main house, a Daoist suddenly burst out, with a rattan used for paper-binding in hand, charging straight towards Run Sheng:

"I told you to learn good things, who else but Shan Pao in your family to learn gambling with cards from, I’ll spank you to death, to death!"

Run Sheng ran, Grandmaster chased.

The two circled around the field in front of the dam, getting dizzy with the chase.

Li Zhiyuan inwardly sighed, Grandmaster really is in good health.

His cold had recovered quickly, and lately, he hasn’t been getting splattered with bird poop either. It seems, after solving the luck issue on my end, Grandmaster has returned to normal.

Then, Li Zhiyuan looked towards the eastern room, Alii was still sitting motionless behind the doorstep, like an exquisite sculpture.

These few days, without the company of the girls, reading was really just reading.

Liu Yumei gestured with her eyes to Li Zhiyuan, signalling him to try and make contact with Alii again.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t go but walked straight into the house and upstairs; he was close to finishing "Liu’s Qi Observation Technique".

During this period, he had been staying up night after night reading, and was forcefully speeding up his progress.

Liu Yumei sat in the chair, looking at the second floor, a feeling of restlessness uncontrollably rising within her heart. Previously, she had been jealous because of how close her granddaughter and the boy were; now, she wished her granddaughter would stick to the boy and play as before.

But this boy really was just reading books all day; why won’t you give it a try, how do you know if it’ll work or not without trying? Girls need to be coaxed.

From childhood to maturity, Alii only had this one playmate, Liu Yumei did not believe her granddaughter had no feelings for the boy at all.

After lunch, Li Zhiyuan continued reading, and by the afternoon, he finally finished the book.

He leaned back, lying on the rattan chair, urgently organizing and assimilating the content of the entire book.

Although his eyes were closed, images and descriptions of weather from the book kept flashing through his mind, and his hands kept gesturing aimlessly. To others, the boy looked like he was pretending to be a music conductor with his eyes closed, but in Li Zhiyuan’s perception, he was manipulating different aquatic environments.

For such books, rote memorization was limited in effectiveness; one must reach a profound understanding, akin to the mystique of art appreciation, to truly master it.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his brows occasionally tightly knit or relaxed.

Once he’d thoroughly organized everything, the boy opened his eyes, which were filled with fatigue.

Sitting up, he realized his face felt sticky; he had bled from the nose, quite a bit in fact, staining a large area of his clothing red.

Li Zhiyuan knew this was a warning from his body for overworking his brain.

To have comprehended "Liu’s Qi Observation Technique" in a few days was even for him an extremely taxing challenge, fortunately, he had finished it, but such exertion cannot continue in the future.

Otherwise, he worried that before any mental issues might arise, his body would fail first.

Taking a bath, changing clothes, and washing the blood-stained ones himself, Li Zhiyuan went downstairs to tell Aunt Liu that he was tired and would skip dinner, then headed back behind the house.

Li Sanjiang and Run Sheng were assisting the tiling masters; the workshop, built against the back wall of the main house, would be finished before nightfall.

Li Zhiyuan told Li Sanjiang that he would skip dinner because he stayed up too late reading and studying the night before, and couldn’t make it, wanting to sleep early.

Originally, he just wanted to prevent Grandmaster from worrying and to avoid being disturbed by Grandmaster’s nighttime checks, so he came to say this specially.

But after hearing his own words, Li Sanjiang’s eyes promptly reddened, frantically gesturing for Li Zhiyuan to go back and rest.

After Li Zhiyuan left, Li Sanjiang wiped his eyes with the back of his hand:

"He says it’s nothing, to make me feel better, but Little Yuanhou is also in a hurry inside, listen, he has never been one to study intensively into the night."

When passing through the front room back from behind the house, by the doorway of the eastern room, Li Zhiyuan could only walk close to the wall, keeping enough distance, or else Alii would react.

From a safe distance, Li Zhiyuan stood there, watching the girl for a long time.

He had worried before, if one day he went back to the capital and could not see Alii, would he be able to adapt?

Now there was no need to worry; he knew he would never be able to adapt.

Just as Alii had already gotten used to the darkness, he too had become accustomed to all sorts of masks.

If he had never experienced this, then everything could just continue as before, but since he had...there was no going back.

"Xiao Yuan, come, have tea with grandma."

"No, Grandma, I’m tired, going back to my room to sleep."

Returning to his room, Li Zhiyuan lay down to sleep, truly exhausted.

This sleep lasted until deep into the night; waking up later, he got out of bed, first went to Grandmaster’s room to get some things; Grandmaster was sound asleep, wouldn’t wake up even for thunder.

Then he went downstairs to find the television still on, displaying a static color image.

Run Sheng was asleep on the makeshift bed on the table, with Xiao Hei the dog in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Now Xiao Hei was pretty much raised by Run Sheng, of course, not really needing much caring for, since most of the time it slept in its own dog house, and Grandmaster only realized after several days that there was an extra dog at home.