The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 77 - 66_2

Chapter 77: 66_2

Sometimes men are fools; a thing that always hangs there, seen when leaving the house and when coming back. Suddenly during those days, he would look at it more often, and as days passed, he got used to it being there, it wouldn’t get lost, and gradually he paid less attention to it until he lost it. Only then did he realize its extraordinary significance to him.

When he went to search for it again, he could no longer find it. In his dream, he kept searching, searched till his death, and at the brink of death, he wished to see her once more, a task tougher than reaching the heavens, and he left with regrets, promising to repay in the next life.

If he hadn’t seen Lan Tian’s face today, he would not have known that the person he was always searching for in his dreams was right before his eyes, just unrecognized. Who could imagine an old lady in her seventies or eighties suddenly becoming young?

What of it if he has been thinking about her for years?

Compared to the men of future generations, he is nothing but honest; those men of the future know how to play, trained from a young age, whereas he only cherished memories from childhood.

It turns out the two were childhood sweethearts, it’s normal for him to think about Lan Tian, even though his childhood friend was a bit younger.

The encounters with Lan Tian in his dreams were shrouded in mist; what happened between them, he had no way of knowing. He only knew that they were married and later separated, after which Lan Tian disappeared without a trace. Until a cold beauty named Lan Tian appeared in Beijing, the him in dreams would pay attention to that woman, merely because she shared the same name as Lan Tian.

Exhaling, Mo Junhua slowly calmed the turmoil in his heart. The things in the dream were just dreams, reality was reality. He couldn’t let things that haven’t happened yet in the dreams affect his mood. Doing such was too dangerous and could easily cloud his judgment.

On the way back, he thought a lot; he didn’t know whether the feeling was like or love, but he simply couldn’t bear others thinking about Lan Tian. Even just the thought of her, someday, marrying some man, lying in bed together, caused a surge of brutality in him, a mad desire to tear the world apart.

This kind of emotion was incorrect, Mo Junhua knew, yet he did not wish to stop it. The things in the dream, it should be a warning.

So, baby, for the peace of the world, it’s better in this life for you to stick with me and not cause trouble for others. Thinking thus, he slowly followed her. The things of this world are also not the same as in the dreams, is the baby in the dream not like this? Surely the baby has a secret? Do her family members know?

No rush, baby is still young, Mo Junhua will take it slow. He could not help but speculate if the baby knew about the things in the dream, or if that’s why she was so cold towards him, being wary of him. The him of the past could not see it, but the him of now, after going through the ordeal, could feel it.

She probably doesn’t know, with that girl’s temper and nature, if she knew about it, she wouldn’t just be cold, but would have directly gone forth to hit people; hadn’t she seen the village chief’s daughter crying repeatedly because of her, yet she still maintained an innocent and simple look every day.

Mo Junhua walked into the hall and glanced around; three people were seated inside: Grandma Sun, Mo Yuanle, and his mother, discussing the long and short stories of the village. Not seeing Lan Tian, he couldn’t help but guess if the girl was avoiding him? His gaze shifted towards the kitchen, not proper for a grown man to go there looking for others.

Zhao Li came out carrying dishes, not seeing Lan Tian and thinking she was still asleep, she couldn’t help but worry, "Auntie, the girl hasn’t woken up? How can she sleep so much? Should we bring her some congee?"

"She’s awake, went to the backyard garden," Grandma Sun teased, "You still don’t know her, how many times she wanders to the backyard garden in a day, didn’t go yesterday, must wander back today. Can’t settle down, just like a child, gets so caught up playing, doesn’t even know to eat, I’ll go call her." The last sentence was addressed to Wang Guiyu.

"Grandma Sun, I’ll go." Mo Junhua stood up, heading towards the backyard.

Lan Tian dug the pit well, carefully planting the seedlings of the Gathering Spirit Grass she dug up from the valley. The environment wasn’t comparable to the valley, the Spiritual Energy outside was scant, the soil lacking Spiritual Energy too; after planting, Lan Tian infused some Wood Spiritual Energy, watching as the seedlings adapted well, and she continued to dig and plant.

Mo Junhua entered just to see the baby, buttocks poked up, wielding a small hoe digging earnestly. Coming closer, he saw the baby earnestly planting grass; several plants had already been placed on the nearby ridges.

"Need help?"

Busy and heated in her efforts, hands and body smeared with mud, Lan Tian heard him and turned to look, promptly standing up, pushing the hoe into his hand, casually wiping her muddy hands on his clothes, directing him on how to dig the pit. After he dug them she would go over to plant; Gathering Spirit Grass was too precious for outsiders to touch, and after planting, she would conveniently infuse Spiritual Energy into the saplings.

Mo Junhua glanced at the black mud on his clothes, a flicker of amusement crossing his eyes, he picked up the hoe and dug according to Lan Tian’s instructions. A big man in a green military uniform, crouching on the field edge to dig holes, was originally a ridiculous scene, yet it turned into a scene of military-civil mutual love and harmony. Lan Tian, being watched, felt her ploy turned against her.

Mo Junhua, having planted the fields for several years, was very experienced; as soon as Lan Tian instructed how to dig, of what size and depth, the pits he dug seemed as if they were measured, meeting her requirements, Lan Tian didn’t make it difficult for him, letting him dig twenty such holes.

One digging, one planting, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

"Are these also herbs? Planting so many?" Mo Junhua made conversation, since his intentions were already clear to the baby, there was no need for him to hide or be secretive in front of her, not that he admitted this, of course. If these words reached Mo Yuanle’s ears, he would be in for a beating.

"Do you always talk this much every day? Why ask so many questions? If I tell you to dig, just dig. So much nonsense, if you don’t want to dig, then go." Lan Tian was annoyed, not knowing why, but she felt Mo Junhua was different from before, Lan Tian couldn’t quite explain it, it was just a feeling, Mo Junhua’s gaze towards her now felt like she was being watched by a malevolent wolf, sending chills down her spine.

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