Miss Liu continued her endless chatter.

Alii’s fingers gently played with the beads embedded in the hem of her skirt, counting them one by one.

Finally, Liu Yumei’s eyelids closed, and her voice stopped.

Alii let out a gentle sigh of relief.

She was a bit worried now whether this segment of memory would be retained when Grandma Liu regained consciousness?

If it was kept, how would Grandma Liu face this period of herself?

Outside.

Li Zhiyuan handed the candle to Aunt Liu, then pointed towards Big Beard’s house.

Aunt Liu nodded; that place is only somewhere Li Zhiyuan can go, and that person only gives the boy face.

When they arrived at Big Beard’s house, Xiao Yingying was sitting in the courtyard making paper crafts, and Tan Wenbin was sitting in a wheelchair, helping as much as he could.

Nearby, there was a baby crib with Beng Beng inside, looking left and right, deliberately acting cute to amuse the two invisible brothers.

Li Zhiyuan had once asked Xiong Shan to seal Beng Beng’s spiritual sense, and Xiong Shan obediently did so. Now, Xiong Shan’s seal was still there, but the child had broken through on his own and could still see ghosts.

Xiong Shan had asked Li Zhiyuan if he wanted to add another seal, but Li Zhiyuan refused.

Because he was worried that if he continued to add seals, the child would treat it as a toy ladder, and as you add it here, he will climb forcefully there, making it seem like early cultivation.

The child has innate merit and intelligence, and with the care from the one under the Peach Forest, his talent truly overflows.

You should know, Yin Meng still can’t maintain their Walking Yin state for long, yet this child can play with ghosts all day.

Originally, with Beng Beng’s efforts, the two ghost brothers were almost smiling.

But when Li Zhiyuan arrived, the three kids stopped giggling.

"Brother Xiao Yuan?"

"I’m going to find it."

Li Zhiyuan pointed into the Peach Forest and then walked in.

From the outside, the Peach Forest still looked the same, with its external appearance changing with the seasons, but inside, peach blossoms were always in bloom.

But this time as he entered, Li Zhiyuan discovered many broken trees, and there was a bald area on the trees.

"You’re here..."

Li Zhiyuan followed the sound and saw Qing’an leaning against a peach tree stump, long hair flowing, garments draped down, holding a jar of wine in his right hand.

The "Wei Jin Style" often talked about in history books was vividly displayed between him and Wei Zhengdao.

Li Zhiyuan: "I came to apologize, Grandma Liu also did it for me."

"I’m not angry." Qing’an lifted the wine jar, took a big gulp, and his sleeve fell, revealing a deep sword wound on his right arm.

A lingering Sword Qi still remained there.

It seems after the confrontation, they both left something with each other.

Qing’an, with a half-smiling expression, looked at Li Zhiyuan: "I’m truly not angry, the little girl has a bit of a princess attitude, nothing unusual."

Given Qing’an’s age, he could indeed refer to Liu Yumei this way, even when Liu Yumei hadn’t become younger.

Qing’an casually flicked his hand, and a piece of peach blossom fell into Li Zhiyuan’s palm.

"Leaving a mark on her was to prevent her from going too far and challenging me to a duel to the death. Once things are resolved, tell her if she still wants to fight, then fight properly.

I’m not interested in bullying a little girl with an incomplete soul."

"Alright."

Li Zhiyuan knew that after Grandma Liu recovered, she definitely wouldn’t come to fight again. If she truly wanted to fight, she wouldn’t have lived peacefully here for years.

"This girl’s temperament reminds me of an old friend, I can’t remember the name clearly, just that she also used a sword. Great people with big tempers are often brave in love and hate."

Li Zhiyuan stood there, continuing to listen.

Qing’an continued to reminisce: "Unfortunately, she fell in love with someone who couldn’t love."

After pausing, Qing’an asked: "Is it cliché?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Cliché."

"After all, a mundane world is just like that. If it wasn’t mundane, it wouldn’t be interesting anymore."

"True."

Qing’an waved his hand and smiled: "Thanks to her, when this fight is over, I can die a few years early. Once she’s clear-headed, thank her for me."

"Alright."

Li Zhiyuan turned around and left.

Although a fight had taken place between sides, no real anger was involved, so the matter was easy to handle, especially with him acting as a mediator.

Leaving the Peach Forest, he saw Xiao Yingying with a basket, seemingly ready to head out.

Xiao Yingying: "Going to buy wine, it’s the Offering Wine."

Tan Wenbin said: "I asked Xiao Yingying to help buy a birthday cake for me."

The day of leaving was also a birthday, and Tan Wenbin planned to celebrate it with the two kids.

Li Zhiyuan told Xiao Yingying: "Get someone to come over and tidy up the Peach Forest a bit."

Tan Wenbin shouted: "No need to trouble anyone, isn’t Ah You at home? Let Ah You do it."

It’s not that Tan Wenbin was deliberately exploiting Lin Shuyou’s labor, but that it’s a chance to get closer to the person under the Peach Forest. Even if Ah You doesn’t care, the child within him would surely be eager.

Li Zhiyuan acknowledged with a "Hmm" and then turned to leave.

On the village road, the boy "happened" to meet Deng Chen.

He was riding a second-hand bicycle with a camera in the front basket and a photo frame in the back.

Deng Chen was also troubled, having been notified that he needed to prepare to take up his job.

But it wasn’t appropriate for him to go to Big Beard’s house at the moment, as the family there was in the midst of a parting, and going there now would attract annoyance.

He didn’t dare to go to Li Sanjiang’s house either, as there were too many important people there, and it was inappropriate to look nor could he look.

Yet he had to find some way to report in, so he simply came to Si Yuan Village to take memorial photos for the elderly. When he saw the small pickup return, he had been riding his bicycle around, waiting for a suitable encounter.