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Chapter 631 - 518 is already towering like a canopy_2

Chapter 631: 518 is already towering like a canopy_2

"Yong Wen Ge is a celebrity in the village, a dutiful son. He could have left, but for the sake of his mother, he even gave up the chance to go to college. Whenever there’s something in the village that needs helping hands, they all turn to him."

Without Jiang Chen saying a word, Martial Saint mumbled to himself, clearly holding the man they had just seen in high esteem.

"And his relationship with my sister, it’s really good."

After saying this, he intentionally glanced at Jiang Chen.

"Really?"

Jiang Chen was unruffled.

"Hey, you might not know this, but when my sister was younger, she often played with him, and they even performed opera together."

Martial Saint said meaningfully, truly a cunning kid.

"Opera?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

"Yeah, that opera troupe is still around. They occasionally perform in the village."

It seems that the cultural life in the countryside is quite rich.

"How do you know that?"

"My mom told me. She said my sister was really good at acting when she was younger and could definitely become a famous actor in the future."

Jiang Chen chuckled.

That’s true.

Even the most formidable people are not born that way; they all need to grow step by step.

As a child, Lan Peizhi was probably not much different from other girls.

"Your sister now, she is indeed a famous actor."

Jiang Chen said with a smile, his imagination involuntarily kicking in, though it was seriously limited.

Indeed.

Who could sketch out the scene of the Blood Guanyin performing opera onstage?

"Cut it out, my sister doesn’t sing opera now."

Chatting, the two of them arrived at a canal.

"Sis."

Martial Saint stopped and called out.

Jiang Chen focused his gaze and realized that a figure was gliding through the water, smooth and flexible, like a mermaid appearing in the world.

"Roar!"

Dog Egg also bellowed.

Lan Peizhi emerged from the water, her hair flying, water droplets scattering, her fair skin glimpsed beneath the rippling water.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, feeling that he would likely never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

Clear water streamed down her cheeks, and wet strands of hair clung to her snow-white skin.

Even though he couldn’t see beneath the water, the scene before him was enough to make Jiang Chen’s heart pound.

The Blood Guanyin in the water wiped the splashes from her face, barefaced and pure as could be.

Jiang Chen stood by the canal, at a loss.

"Plop."

Just as Jiang Chen hesitated, wondering if he should avert his eyes, Martial Saint, the audacious boy, stripped off his clothes in no time, remaining only in his underwear – a perfect dive pose as he plunged into the canal.

Rural kids are like this, used to dealing with water from a young age – Martial Saint was no exception, swimming well and quickly making his way to Lan Peizhi.

"Sis, let’s have a match."

"Play by yourself."

"Come on, Sis, I might be able to outswim you now."

After all, he’s just a kid.

Eagerly prattling on about racing.

Lan Peizhi ignored him and brushed the hair from her cheeks.

"That... Chen Ge, you come down, let’s have a race."

Seeing this, Martial Saint shifted his target, turning his head to look up at Jiang Chen on the bank.

Jiang Chen quickly shook his head.

"Don’t tell me you don’t even know how to swim."

Of course, Jiang Chen knew how to swim. He just knew that if Martial Saint went down it was no big deal, but if he dared to jump in, the consequences would be quite serious.

"I’m going to look around nearby."

After saying this, Jiang Chen turned and left, quite tactfully.

"Coward!"

Martial Saint muttered.

Lan Peizhi swam toward the bank without saying a word.

"Sis, aren’t you swimming anymore?"

When Jiang Chen returned, the siblings had already dressed, with impeccable timing.

Lan Peizhi held a bag in her hand, and one could vaguely make out the lavender one-piece swimsuit inside, her hair still damp.

Jiang Chen’s heart skipped a beat again; the scene from earlier involuntarily flooded his mind.

Swimming was indeed a beneficial exercise for both body and mind.

"You haven’t left yet?"

It was more of an interrogation than a question.

"I was planning to leave, but Aunt insisted that I stay for a few more days."

Jiang Chen quickly explained.

The Martial Saint boy next to him pursed his lips, but he didn’t expose them.

Perhaps considering the presence of the Martial Saint, Lan Peizhi didn’t say more, picked up her bag with swimsuits, and walked toward the direction of the Lan Family home.

Several people headed back.

Jiang Chen didn’t dare to volunteer, and could only make small talk, "I didn’t expect Miss Lan to be such a good swimmer."

"My sister has been playing in this water channel since she was little, what do you think?"

The Martial Saint boy, no matter when or where, never allowed himself to be ignored.

Although the boy’s tone wasn’t very polite, Jiang Chen wasn’t offended.

To know your enemy and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles.

Private aspects of Lan Peizhi’s past seemed to be unveiling themselves to him, scene by scene.

"Sis, this way, you rarely come back, won’t you go and say hello to Yong Wen?"

There are many paths in the countryside; just as Lan Peizhi was about to turn, the Martial Saint stopped her.

Jiang Chen looked toward that beautiful and ethereal face.

He had to admit.

Time had favored this woman greatly.

If one were to only look at her pure, natural face, first, it would be nearly impossible to discern her age, and second, it would be hard to imagine her as a bloody, ruthless figure.

Lan Peizhi, without any trace of emotion on her face, didn’t insist on walking her own path and followed the Martial Saint, passing by Yong Wen’s front door.

"Eh, he was here when I came earlier, why is he out now?"

The door was already closed.

The Martial Saint walked up to the house, puzzled, and knocked vigorously on the door.

"Yong Wen! Yong Wen! Yong Wen..."

He called out loudly, but there was no response from inside.

"Really not here."

With a note of disappointment, the Martial Saint let go of the door and turned back.

"Sis, Yong Wen is not at home."

"Let’s go."

Lan Peizhi said softly.

Jiang Chen purposefully observed her expression.

It was very calm.

If nothing unexpected, according to what the Martial Saint boy said, the man they had just encountered, like him and Fang Qing, must also be an "old playmate" of this Blood Guanyin.

Only it seemed a bit different.

At least for now, his relationship with Fang Qing was still pretty good, while Lan Peizhi and that man...

One is now a major influence in East Sea, stirring up storms, while the other is still in this small village, through heat and cold, harvest and storage.

The gap between them has become almost impossible to describe.

But it seems many people are like that.

No matter how familiar or how close they once were, they are always pushed by fate, drifting further and further apart, silent over time.

"Sis, look."

Just as Lan Peizhi was about to leave, the Martial Saint called out again.

Following the direction he was pointing, Jiang Chen noticed the two loquat trees that they had passed by earlier.

"Sis, mom says you and Yong Wen planted these two loquat trees when you were kids, is that true?"

Jiang Chen very sensibly kept silent, just quietly watching the two loquat trees and then looking towards the woman beside him, who rarely showed emotional changes.

At this moment, the woman, looking at the two ordinary trees, showed a rare hint of distraction and daze that was easy to discern.

She was silent for a while, then nodded, "Hmm."

It was already past the season for loquats, and there were no fruits left on the trees.

"Sis, I also want to plant a few of these trees in front of our house, but I don’t know how long it will take for them to grow as big as these two."

No matter how wild and unrestrained, he was still a child with little experience of the world.

Lan Peizhi turned her gaze away and, breaking her usual behavior, raised her hand and touched her brother’s head.

"When you grow up, the trees will grow with you."

Jiang Chen remained silent, and for a moment, he actually forgot her formidable status.

Wasn’t she also an ordinary woman with a past, emotions, and relatives?

"Let’s go."

Lan Peizhi withdrew her hand and turned to leave.

"Let’s go, Egghead."

The Martial Saint called out to the Tibetan mastiff lying at someone’s doorstep.

Jiang Chen took one last look at the two loquat trees, then followed.

The group left.

The morning sun shone on the empty building front, and the two sturdy loquat trees looked like a natural painting.

Time seemed to travel back many years.

A girl, dressed just like any other child in the countryside, crouched down and carefully planted two tree saplings in turn, not minding getting her hands dirty, and slowly covered them with soil.

They were only two small saplings back then.

In the blink of an eye.

They now stood tall, like a canopy.