Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!
Chapter 199 - 94: Good Wealth is Hard to Give Up (12000 words)_3

Chapter 199: Chapter 94: Good Wealth is Hard to Give Up (12000 words)_3

Lu Sisi was originally quite curious about this countryside wild temple, but after truly walking around it, she saw it wasn’t very big and looked quite dilapidated. After a while, the initial sense of novelty was gone.

Chen Yan simply took her to stroll around the vegetable garden and the woods at the back, then returned to the courtyard, pointed to the citrus tree in the courtyard, and told Lu Sisi the story of how he used to steal oranges from the temple with the village kids when he was little.

Lu Sisi listened very attentively, always smiling, quietly watching Chen Yan.

"So, were the oranges on this tree very sweet?"

Chen Yan sighed, "The wild citrus trees on the mountain, never grafted, never properly cultivated, how could they be sweet? But the strange thing is, after growing up and living in the city, I’ve had many good quality oranges, but thinking back, I always feel that the few wild oranges I stole here as a child, were the sweetest I’ve ever had..."

Feeling Chen Yan’s emotions, Lu Sisi said nothing, but gently held Chen Yan’s hand, resting her head on his shoulder.

The two chatted for quite a while in the courtyard, and finally, when Chuyi was free, Chen Yan went over and gave him some instructions.

"Tomorrow noon, we are leaving. Pack your things, and wait for us at the village entrance at one o’clock in the afternoon."

Chuyi’s expression changed slightly, he looked at Chen Yan seriously, then nodded heavily.

Looking at Chuyi’s honest face, Chen Yan sighed inwardly.

This kid probably won’t get any sleep tonight.

They say a brief parting is even sweeter than a new marriage.

For Chuyi at this age, wouldn’t a parting make him feel ten times more than a new marriage?

Moreover, it’s a super multiply!

·

On the sixth day of the New Year, Chen Yan and the other two packed their luggage and all belongings in the morning, including the fifty frozen chickens.

At noon, the pre-arranged car arrived at the gate, driven by the same driver who had brought the three of them back before the New Year, helping to load the luggage and New Year’s goods into the car.

After locking the house and courtyard doors, Chen Yan saw Lu Sisi standing by the car, staring intently at the small village courtyard.

Chen Yan approached, smiling, "What’s wrong?"

Lu Sisi shook her head, speaking softly, "I am a bit reluctant to leave."

After a moment’s pause, the girl spoke earnestly, "This has been the liveliest and happiest New Year I can remember."

Looking at the girl’s gentle and somewhat fragile face, Chen Yan sighed softly—this young lady had indeed lived a rather hard life before turning eighteen.

Lu Sisi stared at the three snowmen in the courtyard—even though it hadn’t snowed for three or four days, the temperature was still low, so the snowmen hadn’t completely melted, their basic shapes still intact.

Her eyes reddened slightly as she gazed at the three snowmen. Chen Yan walked over, took her hand, and said warmly with a smile, "There will be more snow! There will be another New Year! You won’t ever be alone again."

Lu Sisi took a deep breath, trying hard to give Chen Yan a smiling face, "Then, next New Year, will we come back here?"

Chen Yan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Probably. Next year, we’ll return. I promised the old village chief I’d bring you to his place for a visit, and we can get double the New Year’s money from him then."

This trip back to his hometown for New Year with Chen Yan made both their hearts clear—they were now considered boyfriend and girlfriend.

No confession ceremony, no small gifts, no mushy confession posts.

Just naturally, they were considered boyfriend and girlfriend—Chen Yan introduced them this way in front of the villagers, and Lu Sisi acknowledged it this way as well.

Actually, Chen Yan never quite got used to the rituals of city young couples: needing a confession ceremony, flowers, gifts, and meticulously prepared lines.

Really quite boring.

It seems to be full of personality and ritual, but what personality is there, really?

All learned from the internet, assembly line operations.

Even the confession words are copied from those countless lines used over and over again online.

Chen Yan always thought bluntly, it’s not that confessions are unnecessary.

But they should at least be spoken from true feelings.

Copying assembly line phrases from those MCN company planners—

is far less genuine than saying, "I want to sleep with you!"

At least the latter comes from the heart.

The former is written by others.

He believed that matters of the heart should be natural, make sense, and follow logically.

·

The car stopped at the village entrance, where Chuyi was already waiting, a single-shoulder travel bag beside him.

The simple boy was not in monk’s robes this time, but in simple casual clothes, a down jacket over jeans. Though old, they were all clean and tidy.

The two demonesses did not come, probably already said goodbye on the mountain.

Before getting in the car, Chuyi seriously greeted Lu Sisi, calling her "Sister"—not "Sister-in-law." They had met on the fifth day of Chinese New Year when they went up the mountain to pray to the God of Wealth. At that time, Chuyi called her "Sister-in-law," which made Lu Sisi blush deeply, so Chen Yan told him to change to "Sister."

In fact, Chuyi was a few months older than Lu Sisi, but he was stubborn and insisted, "You are my brother’s girlfriend, so I should call you sister."

Gu Qingyi sat in the back row, curiously glancing at this Eight Trigrams male protagonist—the Innate Niu Lang Saint Body. But after two glances, Young Lady Gu lost interest and closed her eyes again to nourish the spirit.