Chapter 347: Extra (1)
According to tradition, people swept dust, prepared food, and pasted window decorations before the New Year.
Although Yan Shixun was a cultivator, he was different from other exorcists—he didn’t care much for rituals or tedious preparations. In fact, he often found them annoying.
When the Taoist from Haiyun Temple arrived at the small courtyard to deliver some temple-made snacks and incense, he had just knocked on the door and hadn’t even managed to put on a welcoming smile before he was suddenly face-to-face with a pale, stiff ghostly face.
The Taoist cried out, “Blessing of the Heavenly Lords!!”
Before he could even process why a ghost would be inside Yan Shixun’s home, the ghost respectfully cupped his hands and bowed to him.
“So, it’s the esteemed Taoist from Haiyun Temple. Mr. Yan calculated this morning that someone would visit. I didn’t expect it would be true.”
As the ghost straightened up, he was still smiling, but when he saw the wary and serious expression on the Taoist’s face, he looked confused for a moment. Then he suddenly understood and quickly explained, “No need to worry, Taoist. I come from the Underworld, merely running errands and doing odd jobs on behalf of our King of Hell.”
Only then did the Taoist notice—the ghost was indeed wearing an official’s robe. It was just that, in his panic earlier, he hadn’t taken a good look. He had mistaken him for an ordinary evil spirit.
In a daze, the Taoist looked past the ghost official into the courtyard and saw that it wasn’t just one ghost—there were several blurry, shadowy figures moving around.
Yet none of them were doing anything malicious. Each ghost had either a broom or a cloth in hand and was diligently cleaning, working hard without complaint.
The Taoist couldn’t help but marvel—As expected of my Haiyun Temple’s master-uncle. While others exorcise ghosts, he “exorcises” them into doing chores?
Aside from the ghosts, Jing Xiaobao was also in the courtyard, huffing and puffing as he climbed a tree.
The child held a beautiful red palace lantern in his hand and looked thoroughly delighted with the activity of climbing trees. Two wolves stood beneath the tree, heads raised, staring at him intently. Though they lacked human facial features, their expressions clearly resembled that of adults disapproving of a mischievous child’s antics.
The lead wolf, named Woof Woof, even shifted its position occasionally to stay directly beneath Jing Xiaobao as he moved.
Its silver-gray fur stretched over tense muscles, looking ready at any moment to leap up and catch the boy if he fell.
The Taoist stared at this strangely harmonious scene in the courtyard, dumbfounded and unable to react.
It was Jing Xiaobao who noticed the sound at the door, turning his head with a bright smile.
His gaze landed directly on the box in the Taoist’s hands. His long eyelashes fluttered, and his beautiful eyes sparkled.
“Mister, in that box of yours…”
The ghost official immediately understood and asked the Taoist hesitantly, “Does it have candy?”
“Candy?”
The Taoist quickly realized. “Yes, it does. Every year for Spring Festival, the temple makes candy from nourishing ingredients to distribute to visitors and worshippers. The young acolytes at the temple love it too.”
This year marked the first time Yan Shixun had even half-acknowledged his ties to Haiyun Temple. The Taoists there were both grateful to Hermit Chengyun and his disciple, and thankful to Yan Shixun for saving the Great Dao and the world. They were overjoyed and wanted to invite him back to the temple to spend the New Year, but they worried that being too enthusiastic might scare him off.
So, Lu Xingxing offered them a suggestion: start by sending small gifts back and forth, let Yan Shixun gradually grow accustomed to Haiyun Temple’s presence, and then invite him properly later on.
Lu Xingxing might not have been reliable in many things, but his talent for social interaction was beyond question. If he wanted someone to like him, he had never failed.
Give Lu Xingxing three minutes alone with a stranger, and he would return with a sworn brother ready to live and die together.
The Taoists admired and liked Yan Shixun deeply. They wished they could announce to the whole world that such a remarkable cultivator was a disciple of their Haiyun Temple. That was why they treated every matter related to Yan Shixun with great care.
Given that Lu Xingxing had spent a long time with Yan Shixun before, and was currently the only one recognized by Yan Shixun as his junior disciple, the Taoists thought it over and eventually agreed. They went through nearly all the specialties of Haiyun Temple, almost wanting to pack up the entire temple’s assets to send over.
It was Lu Xingxing who stared blankly at the several large boxes placed in the courtyard, feeling utterly confused. After checking the contents, he managed to stop them just in time.
“Why are we sending Brother Yan talismans he can draw with his eyes closed? Do we want him to test us, see if we’re drawing them well or not?”
Holding the various ritual tools and talismans he had pulled out from the boxes, Lu Xingxing was both speechless and envious.
—He had never seen the Taoists in the temple be so generous before, as if they were ready to give up everything.
He had never received this kind of treatment!
When the taoists heard what Lu Xingxing said, they finally realized what was happening. Their concern had made them act irrationally—they were only thinking about how to show their care and affection for Yan Shixun, and had forgotten what was appropriate.
“All these years, letting Junior Brother Yan wander alone outside Haiyun Temple… it was our fault.”
One of the Taoists, holding the precious artifact that had just been rejected, looked sorrowful. “I knew Hermit Chengyun had taken on a disciple. I saw them back when Hermit Chengyun brought the young boy back here. I could tell that the boy, with the Evil Spirit Bone Transformation, would become someone remarkable.”
“But I never expected that someone like Hermit Chengyun would pass away so early… then again, it makes sense. No divination can predict everything. Sixty-four is already the ultimate number, the end of the line. How could Hermit Chengyun possibly cross the threshold of sixty-four?”
The Taoist shook his head and gave a bitter smile. “I only feel sorry for Junior Brother Yan. All these years, he’s lived alone, without any support from Haiyun Temple. All of us were just too anxious, wanting to make up for everything he missed out on in one go.”
Standing nearby, the disciple of that Taoist couldn’t help thinking… Master, do you not realize that leaving these kinds of artifacts out in the open could attract people to steal them? How come, when it comes to Master Uncle Yan, you’re giving them out like candy?
That day, all the disciples of Haiyun Temple deeply felt how biased their masters truly were.
But none of them were resentful. On the contrary, they wished they could add something to the pile themselves.
—After all, this was Yan Shixun!
The legendary figure who once suppressed the old Fengdu in the southwest, who ascended the Great Dao in Jiangbei with a human body alone—something that had not happened in thousands of years.
Faced with this spectacle, Lu Xingxing was completely stunned: “…………”
“Are you all trying to cause trouble?!”
Lu Xingxing couldn’t take it anymore. For once, he stood firm in front of the Taoist priests. “Sending him this stuff—Brother Yan won’t even glance at it! He’ll just toss it in a corner, believe it or not!”
After yelling, Lu Xingxing suddenly realized what he had done, shrank his neck in fear, and cowered a little.
Fortunately, the Taoists didn’t take offense at his outburst. They were still entirely focused on what gifts to send Yan Shixun for the new year. “Then what should we send?”
So in the end, Lu Xingxing took charge of the decision himself. He picked out a bunch of small souvenir-like items that tourists often bought, some candies and snacks, incense made at Haiyun Temple, and a few bright red, beautiful paper cuttings.
“Don’t worry. That little rascal Jing Xiaobao is staying with Brother Yan now. Just a few days ago, he got into trouble and was dragged around reciting texts by Brother Yan.”
Lu Xingxing said confidently, “As long as there’s candy in the box, and some colorful things that brat likes, he’ll definitely pay attention to it—he’s got a dog’s nose. He can smell candy in your pocket from miles away, especially loves strawberry flavor. No idea who he inherited that from.”
“If Xiaobao’s holding something and playing with it, you really think Brother Yan won’t notice?”
For Lu Xingxing, who hadn’t graduated from apprenticeship yet, this was the most important task he had ever been entrusted with in his life. He felt immensely accomplished.
When the Taoist left Haiyun Temple, Lu Xingxing was still reluctant to part. He followed the Taoist all the way down the mountain, nagging and giving reminders so incessantly that the Taoist finally lost patience. With a burst of force from his feet, he used lightness skill to leap through the trees and disappeared into the forest.
It caused a stir among tourists who had just arrived at the mountain’s base. “Oh my god, that Taoist flew!”
“Mom, was that an immortal?”
Lu Xingxing didn’t notice at all that the Taoist was trying to get away from him. He was still happily shouting, thinking the Taoist was eager to see Yan Shixun. He yelled at the top of his lungs, “Master Uncle, slow down! You’re not allowed to fly swords in Binhai city now!”
Just as Taoist Song Yi arrived looking for Lu Xingxing, his face darkened immediately.
—That regulation only existed because of him.
If anyone had the patience to go through the endless safety regulations issued by the mayor of Binhai, they would eventually find a specific rule: “Sword flight is strictly prohibited in urban areas. Violators will have twelve points deducted and their driving license confiscated.”
The reason? Taoist Song Yi, in moments of urgency, had repeatedly used lightness skill to run through the city. Citizens had even filmed him and uploaded the videos online, sparking waves of online debate.
The official in charge spit tea all over his computer when he saw the trending topic, feeling as if his years of low blood pressure had finally been cured.
The public opinion team had urgently created a similar video, but deliberately added a bunch of obviously fake special effects, then uploaded it to small ad websites and marketing accounts, claiming it was a promo for a certain game.
With the mix of truth and fabrication, public suspicion eased. People assumed it was merely special effects from some game shoot.
“Who still believes in ghosts these days? Isn’t that ridiculous?”
“Before you say it’s lightness skill, take a look—this is just a mini web game promo, okay?”
“Speechless. There are way too many idiots. They really think ghosts are real? Ha, might as well say science was learned for nothing. Didn’t Haiyun Temple’s Yan Shixun himself say ghosts don’t exist in this world?”
The official in charge was delighted—Yes, yes, yes! Just keep pushing in this direction!
But even though he finally felt a bit relieved, he still had several heartfelt talks with Taoist Song Yi. The main focus was on the now bald head of the public opinion team leader.
“Taoist Song, the team leader just got a hair transplant last month. And now, because of you, it’s all fallen out again.”
His tone was sorrowful, as though the hair lost wasn’t the team leader’s, but his own, “I’m just saying, could you please show some pity for the public opinion leader and give his hair a way to survive?”
And also let my hair survive?
Over the past six months, his own hair had also been dangerously thinning.
Taoist Song Yi felt a little guilty. He voluntarily brought it up, saying,
“Speaking of hair growth, a few days ago while organizing scriptures at the temple, I came across a hair-growth incantation. I wonder if the team leader might be interested?”
Before he even finished speaking, the team leader burst through the door, shouting, “I need it! Taoist, I need it!!!”
The look in his eyes as he gazed at Taoist Song Yi had changed—it was no longer bitter or resentful. It was as if he were looking at a deity descending from heaven to save all beings from suffering.
Taoist Song Yi: “…?”
Having always cultivated vitality and lived healthily, Taoist Song Yi had never experienced the trouble of hair loss. He simply couldn’t relate to the bald team leader or understand why he valued a hair-growth spell so much.
Nonetheless, he left a thick stack of hair-growth talismans with the special department as compensation for the recent hair loss his actions had caused.
He even specially reminded everyone: “These are just miscellaneous life-use talismans. Feel free to use them as you like. No need to overthink it.”
The special department staff looked enviously at Taoist Song Yi’s thick, glossy hair and clutched the talismans tightly, unwilling to let go.
Thanks to this incident, the special department’s fondness for Haiyun Temple rose another level.
—Able to uphold the Great Dao and set up barriers to block typhoons from above; able to promote hair growth and relieve worries below; and even makes delicious candy.
Who wouldn’t love such a Taoist?
Still, Taoist Song Yi remained a bit guilty about increasing the workload of the special department. When Lu Xingxing mentioned that sword-flying wasn’t allowed, it instantly reminded him of past events, and his face darkened in a flash.
“Lu! Xing! Xing!”
Taoist Song Yi roared, “You unruly disciple! Get over here!”
Lu Xingxing shivered and took off running.
“Ahhhhh it’s the New Year! Master, what are you trying to do?!”
“You won’t learn anything good, but pick up bad habits just fine! Did you finish memorizing the scriptures?!”
“Nooo, Master, have mercy! Wuwuwu! I’m already an adult, and you’re still beating me up in front of temple visitors! QAQ!”
…
The tourists were stunned, looking up blankly as they watched Lu Xingxing being chased all over the mountain by Taoist Song Yi. He sprinted like crazy, stepping on branches without ever touching the ground.
That’s right—having been beaten so often by the Taoists, Lu Xingxing had finally mastered the secret to lightness skills. He now ran like the wind, so fast that no ordinary Taoist could catch him.
If he ever encountered another ghost again—whether he could fight it or not was another matter—but he would definitely be able to outrun it.
Truly worth celebrating.
Having walked a distance away, Taoist Song Yi muttered,
May boundless blessings be upon us, may the Three Pure Ones be above… This disciple has sinned… he even thought of poisoning Xingxing mute… sigh.
On the way to the small courtyard, the Taoist still worried about whether Lu Xingxing’s advice was reliable or not. Could a few pieces of candy really be enough?
However, when Jing Xiaobao’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the candy, the Taoist finally let out a sigh of relief. He decided that next time he saw Taoist Song Yi beating up Lu Xingxing, he would say a few kind words on Lu Xingxing’s behalf.
At the very least, don’t beat him to death. Xingxing was still somewhat useful.
Grabbing the candy handed to him by the Taoist, Jing Xiaobao sat on a tree branch, swinging his short legs. His cheeks bulged with candy like a little hamster, and he squinted his eyes in happiness.
“Are you looking for Yan Yan?”
Thanks to the candy, Jing Xiaobao’s attitude toward the Taoist had improved significantly. “Then go ahead and head inside. Yan Yan is home today. But before you go in, it’s best if you knock on the door.”
The Taoist. “Huh?”
But Jing Xiaobao didn’t explain further. He just hummed a little tune and climbed back up the tree to continue his grand mission of hanging lanterns.
Yan Shixun never liked to put much thought into New Year celebrations. In fact, he had never once celebrated the New Year on his own initiative.
It used to be Li Chengyun who took charge—taking young Yan Shixun to buy new clothes and goods for the New Year, smiling as he held the child’s hand through the bustling streets, gently telling him, “This is the simple happiness and peace of the people.”
The two of them would be busy together at home. Even though it was just the two of them, they celebrated the holiday with warmth and flavor. Li Chengyun, with his nimble hands skilled in drawing talismans and forming seals, would make dumplings in all sorts of beautiful shapes to amuse Yan Shixun. Meanwhile, the less culinary-inclined Yan Shixun often ended up with flour all over his face and hair, making Li Chengyun laugh heartily.
But after Li Chengyun passed away, the small courtyard fell completely silent. No more laughter echoed through its walls, and no warm lights remained to welcome anyone home.
Yan Shixun had since grown accustomed to sleeping beside the window during the Spring Festival, lulled by the sounds of fireworks and laughter outside.
As if that misty figure, graceful as a drifting crane, had never truly left.
But this year marked an important turning point in Yan Shixun’s life.
Whether for Fengdu or the underworld, Lunar New Year’s Eve was a very significant event.
Every household performed ancestral rites, and spirits returned to the human world to visit and protect their families.
Some evil spirits also took the opportunity to appear, hoping to steal human fortune and vitality while everything was being renewed.
Fengdu and the underworld’s ghost officials and messengers worked around the clock, their paperwork flying in all directions.
As for the Lord of Fengdu—this should have been his busiest time of the year.
But this year, the Lord of Fengdu wasn’t even in Fengdu.
—Neither of the two were.
Ye Li had been staying with Yan Shixun in the small courtyard, sleeping in until the afternoon before finally getting up lazily.
Though he intended to make up for Yan Shixun’s lack of New Year experiences, he couldn’t bring himself to leave his side for even a second. He clung tightly to his lover’s slender, firm waist, unwilling to let go.
When Yan Shixun, speechless, tried to push him away, Ye Li rested his chin in the hollow of Yan Shixun’s neck, affectionately rubbing against his cheek and hair. His loose, dark hair got tangled in Yan Shixun’s shirt buttons and refused to come free, distracting Yan Shixun to the point where he completely forgot he’d meant to push Ye Li away.
As for the New Year preparations…
Naturally, they were tossed over to Zhang Wubing and Jing Xiaobao.
All cleaning duties fell to Jing Xiaobao, while the New Year’s Eve dinner was entrusted to Zhang Wubing.
Ye Li at least had faith in the Zhang family’s chefs.
He had no intention of ruining such an important holiday with his own terrible cooking, especially for the one he loved.
In Ye Li’s mind, raising children had no meaning unless it was to make them do work.
Jing Xiaobao glanced at the carefree children playing wildly in the alley, then looked back at the burdens on his own tiny shoulders, his eyes full of envy.
Even though he was nearly a hundred years old, he still felt like the adults in his family weren’t nearly as reliable as he was.
But this thought lasted only two seconds before he cheerfully summoned Yin officials from the underworld and dumped all the cleaning duties on them.
“Xiao Bao is still a child.”
Jing Xiaobao puffed out his cheeks and blinked his big, watery eyes. “Children just need candy. They don’t need to worry about such complicated things.”
The ferocious ghosts, violently subdued into obedience, dared not protest…
Outside the courtyard came the shrieks and laughter of children playing. Inside, the two wolves let out the occasional howl, directing Jing Xiaobao to straighten the lanterns a bit more. Jing Xiaobao stretched out his little paw, chubby and soft, trying hard to reach, but then pouted in frustration. “If I’d known, I would’ve made Zhang Dabing do it.”
The lead wolf let out a long howl—“Awoo—!”
If you don’t want to do it, then come down and let me do it. It’d be less exhausting. Watching you work is more tiring than doing it myself.
Jing Xiaobao retorted, “No! This is the dignity of the King of Hell!”
The Taoist looked around at the strangely harmonious courtyard in astonishment, then smiled and shook his head. He accepted this unusual little home of Yan Shixun’s.
Junior Brother Yan had been right—not all ghosts needed to be driven away. Some could help clean and dust. Very convenient.
What the Taoist didn’t see was this: beneath the courtyard wall, ghost soldiers of Fengdu turned to glance at the candy box on the stone table inside, then quietly took two pieces.
The Yin official beside him blinked. “?”
Before he could react, one strawberry-flavored candy was stuffed into his hand.
It’s the flavor Madam Fengdu likes. Aren’t you curious?
The ghost soldier…
He silently looked up at the sky, pretending he’d seen nothing, then quickly popped the candy into his mouth, destroying the evidence.
The Taoist had no idea that within this courtyard were not only Yin officials, but also numerous ghosts from Fengdu who often came and went, bringing with them work that should have been handled back in Fengdu, waiting eagerly for the Lord of Fengdu to remember their existence.
This small, unassuming courtyard in the old district had long since become the final convergence point between life and death.
Judgment and vitality coexisted here. The long-feuding Fengdu and the underworld had made peace under this roof. The sobs of both reigning Kings of Hell could be heard beyond the courtyard walls. When the Lord of Fengdu made mistakes, he had no choice but to sit silently in the yard with a cold face, intimidating Fengdu’s soldiers until they trembled, all hoping Madam Fengdu would calm down soon.
Whenever an exorcist passed by this place, they were always terrified by the overwhelming ghostly energy rising to the heavens. But none of them could even get close. Invisible vengeful spirits, bored out of their minds, played around with the living for fun. Compared to the current King of Hell, they found everyone else far more lovable and kind.
When the exorcists ran back to their sects to ask for help, their sects would ask for the address, and after hearing it, simply go, “Oh.”
The exorcist: “?”
“You not being able to get in is perfectly normal. If the day ever comes when you do manage to get in, we’ll set off fireworks to celebrate your success in cultivation.”
The sects were both amused and exasperated. “Do you even know who lives there? That’s the only disciple of Hermit Chengyun from Haiyun Temple—the man who saved the world from the brink of disaster, Mr. Yan Shixun. Even I would have to call him ‘Martial Uncle’ out of respect.”
Ever since that night in the Southwest Ghost Dao, many sects had been shaken by the selfless sacrifice made by Haiyun Temple. Though few people truly understood the collapse of the Great Dao, they vaguely sensed something from the temple’s actions.
This led many exorcists, inspired by Haiyun Temple, to abandon the pursuit of fame and fortune and instead devote themselves to cultivation. The names of Hermit Chengyun and Yan Shixun spread throughout the entire circle—everyone knew them.
Some even went to the various Taoists at Haiyun Temple, hoping to meet Yan Shixun through them. But they were all refused.
Yan Shixun wasn’t the kind of person who liked forming karmic ties with others. Over time, the Taoists had come to understand this and didn’t want his peace and recovery to be disturbed.
As the Taoist was reminded by Jing Xiaobao to knock on the door, he was still thinking about those people from a few days ago—those who, having been saved by Yan Shixun, had come to Haiyun Temple just to express their thanks in person.
But lost in thought, the Taoist suddenly heard a muffled voice from behind the door.
“Hiss—Ye Li, are you a dog or something?!”
“Shixun, dry your hair before going out.”
“Get lost!”
The Taoist: “…………”
In that moment, he suddenly understood why Jing Xiaobao had said what he said. A strange sensation of toothache crept up on him in silence.
“My hypoglycemia has turned into diabetes,” the Taoist thought.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by a voice from behind the door—Yan Shixun had called out to him.
With his cultivation now shared with the Great Dao, all of heaven and earth were within Yan Shixun’s perception. How could he not know that the Taoist was standing outside?
He even saw the box of candy on the stone table and the underworld soldiers from Fengdu sneaking candy outside the courtyard.
“Ye Li, are you abusing your subordinates?”
Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li suspiciously. “They act like they’re stealing national secrets just to eat a piece of candy.”
Ye Li replied, “They probably don’t really want the candy. They’re just curious about you.”
As he spoke, Ye Li stretched out his long arm and pulled Yan Shixun into his firm embrace, whispering, “Actually, I’m curious too—what does Shixun taste like? Could it be… strawberry?”
Yan Shixun: “…………”
“Get lost!”
He lifted his hand to tidy his disheveled clothing, then finally walked over and opened the door, nodding politely at the Taoist standing outside.
It had been a long time since they last met, and the Taoist looked thrilled and warmly surprised upon seeing Yan Shixun again. He did his best to ignore Ye Li, who stood behind Yan Shixun, and began chatting cheerfully about Haiyun Temple. He also asked if there was anything they could help with.
Even though the Taoist clearly understood that, with Yan Shixun’s current abilities, there probably wasn’t anything he needed help with, as a fellow disciple, he still wanted Yan Shixun to know that Haiyun Temple would always be his support.
“Xingxing is recovering really well, Junior Brother Yan, no need to worry anymore. When I left today, he was still being chased around by Taoist Song.”
The Taoist chuckled. “If Junior Brother Yan has
the time, you should drop by the temple. Maybe give a lecture or two to the younger disciples. Many of them look up to you and would love to see you in person.”
“Taoist Ma has been singing your praises nonstop. Thanks to you, he broke through his bottleneck and made rapid progress in cultivation. Everyone in the temple knows about it now.”
Yan Shixun smiled wryly, but after thinking it over, he nodded. “If fate allows, I’ll make a trip to Haiyun Temple someday.”
“But…”
Yan Shixun’s smile faded as he pursed his lips and grew serious. “How is Taoist Li doing lately? Is he still in meditation?”
Although Taoist Li had returned safely from the Southwest, he had technically died once and had peered into the heavenly secrets multiple times. His energy and spirit were badly depleted—he aged several decades overnight and no longer had that youthful appearance with silver hair and a childlike face.
Yan Shixun had visited Haiyun Temple a few times, but Taoist Li had always been either unconscious or in deep meditation, so he hadn’t had the chance to see him.
After Hermit Chengyun passed, Taoist Li was the only elder left in Yan Shixun’s sect. That made Yan Shixun all the more concerned for him.
Upon hearing the question, the Taoist fell silent for a moment before forcing a smile: “Taoist Li… his condition isn’t very stable, but we all believe he’ll pull through.”
“He said he was supposed to be a dead man already, but he’s staying just a bit longer—to hold up the heavens for us.”
Tears welled in the Taoist’s smile. “Maybe if we grow a little slower, he can stay with us a few more years.”
“A few days ago, Taoist Li woke up briefly. He asked me to pass along a message to Junior Brother Yan.”
“—Xiao Xun, Happy New Year.”
Yan Shixun froze. In his mind, he seemed to see a blurry image of Li Chengyun, sleeves gathered, smiling warmly as he spoke.
Even after the Taoist left, Yan Shixun remained lost in thought for a long time.
The lead wolf walked over with graceful steps and lay down casually at Yan Shixun’s feet, its fluffy tail sweeping back and forth around his leg, as if trying to offer some comfort.
Snapping out of his daze, Yan Shixun smiled and gave the wolf a few pats.
At that moment, Zhang Wubing came storming in through the front gate like a tornado.
“Brother Yan, come quick, look what I brought you to eat!”
He shouted excitedly, “I raided my family’s kitchen and brought everything! Hahaha!”
Yan Shixun lifted his gaze and looked around. The courtyard was lit with warm, bright lights. Everyone he cared about was here, by his side.
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