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Chapter 1382 - 941 Happy cooperation (Happy New Year!)

Chapter 1382: 941 Happy cooperation (Happy New Year!)

"Buzz—"

"Buzz—"

"Buzz—"

Unable to calm his mind, Jiang Chen opened his eyes and after a while, sat up.

Beside him.

The old master, whom many people referred to as an immortal, was sleeping soundly, accompanied by loud, intermittent snores with his breaths.

At such an old age, for his snores to be so full of vigor, it must be extraordinary.

There were only three bedrooms in the entire Daoist Sect temple, one for the Taoist nun sister and another for Yu Hui and her daughter, so Jiang Chen was honored to share a bed with the old master.

Of course.

Jiang Chen surely felt honored.

But honor aside, the key point is that the nocturnal sonata next door made it impossible to sleep!

And there was also an old fan creaking away.

Even though it was summer, and the temperature in the mountains was relatively cool, the two individuals made it somewhat warm.

As a younger person, a guest, and considering respect for the other person’s status, Jiang Chen did not wake him up but carefully got up and quietly left the bedroom.

He saw a reclining chair woven from bamboo in the main hall.

He moved it to the courtyard.

Loosening his clothes wishing to sleep as moonlight streamed in, he was inspired and started to walk, reciting, "With no one to share the joy, I went to Cheng Tian Temple to seek Zhang Huaimin..."

Some things have a degree of delay.

For example, education.

It was at this moment that one can understand the mood in the ancient texts, the night view in the mountains is beautiful, unlike the chaotic darkness of the city, bright as a mirror; it’s a pity.

——But there are few leisurely people like me here."

In the courtyard, Jiang Chen stretched against the moon and then lay down on the recliner.

Predictably.

This should be the master’s seating.

When there is nothing else, he may also lie in the courtyard to cool off, shake his fan, enjoy the breeze, breathing in the fresh mountain air, how carefree and pleasant?

Lying on that bamboo recliner, Jiang Chen tried to relate to the "Dao", achieving a slight understanding, though only slightly.

In these circumstances, if one took a photo and posted it on social media, it would indeed be quite impressive and poetic.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes, continuing to feel the mountain breeze and the bright moon.

Without a doubt.

He would have to sleep here overnight.

"Big brother?"

Not sure how long had passed, Jiang Chen was pulled back to reality, turning his head to see the little girl standing at her bedroom door, rubbing her eyes, and looking at him in confusion.

Yu Hui was beside her.

"Why are you awake?"

Jiang Chen sat up.

"Need to pee."

The little girl answered, continuing to ask, puzzled, "Big brother, why are you sleeping here?"

Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t say your grandmaster snores too loudly to sleep, and explained, "It’s too hot in the room, it’s cooler here."

"Oh."

Yu Hui glanced at him and then took the little girl to the bathroom.

"Good night, big brother."

Upon returning, the little girl politely greeted Jiang Chen.

"Good night."

Jiang Chen nodded with a smile, watching mother and daughter return to their room, the door closing, and then he lay back down again.

"Slap."

A sting of pain came from his arm.

According to Daoist Sect teachings, everything in the world has two sides.

Though there are many advantages to the mountains, one downside.

Many mosquitoes.

It became no longer lonely.

There’s a battle of wits and courage with mosquitoes.

"Creak."

The room door opened again.

A dim light spilled from the doorway, casting a shadow on the ground.

Jiang Chen turned his head.

Yu Hui holding a lit mosquito coil walked over, squatted down, and placed it on the ground.

"It might help a little, but better than nothing."

Jiang Chen was surprised and then said, "Thank you."

Yu Hui stood up, "Yao Yao hasn’t been this happy in a long time."

It seemed this whiff of mosquito coil was merely a mother’s token of thanks.

"Being with one’s mother is a child’s happiest moment."

Jiang Chen chuckled.

"It’s the same for a mother." Yu Hui replied.

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows slightly, observing this woman whose life was far from smooth.

He knew.

This child was not her own choice—possibly she might even have resentment.

"Do you feel bored here?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"Seems there’s no other choice."

This once top host who fell from grace had no complaints or dissatisfaction. Perhaps after staying at the Daoist Sect temple for too long, she possessed a kind of detachment and calmness.

For a moment, Jiang Chen did not know what to say, and thus remained silent.

"Initially, I thought you were Miss Lan’s person, later I realized it’s not possible."

"Why is it not possible?"

"When sending us here, she didn’t even come up herself."

Jiang Chen burst into laughter.

"I’ve actually wondered what kind of person can deal with Luo Han." Yu Hui looked at him.

"Luo Han was not killed by me." Jiang Chen explained.

"Doesn’t matter."

Yu Hui answered quite straightforwardly.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile.

Truly a woman able to live independently even after being forced by Luo Han to bear a child.

"Whether Luo Han is alive or dead has nothing to do with me; only Yao Yao matters to me. Whoever killed him, it makes no difference to me."

"What about the child?"

Jiang Chen said, "She probably doesn’t know what happened now, hasn’t she asked where her father went? You don’t care about Luo Han’s fate; can you guarantee the child feels the same? Before this, she presumably lived with Luo Han."

"Even if she wants revenge, to people like you, it wouldn’t matter."

This sentence.

Yu Hui spoke it with remarkable calm, but it contained deep sadness and helplessness.