Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1210 - 219:

The call didn't disconnect, it stayed connected.

But, there was no sound from the other side.

Li Zhiyuan placed the receiver on the counter, pointed at Aunt Xu standing afar, then pointed at the phone, and walked back with a bag full of story magazines.

The evening wind in Beijing carried the noise, brushing against the young man.

Once, that phone call from Aunt Zhang's small shop almost became his nightmare.

Now, he didn't care anymore.

It's not because he was magnanimous or willing to forgive, but because he knew very well how he could deliver the heaviest blow to Li Lan.

I am your experiment, but in my eyes, you are a failure.

With that premise, any additional words or actions are just the futile barking of a failure.

This is also the reason why Li Lan no longer spoke.

Because she sensed that her condition had really improved.

When he walked back to the entrance of Fengze Garden, Grandmaster, Run Sheng, and Lin Shuyou also came out.

Grandmaster stood at the front, his face was red, yet he stood firmly, not needing any support.

Li Sanjiang: "Sent off?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Yeah."

Li Sanjiang reached out and patted the young man's arm, saying nothing more.

He had already said most of what needed to be said during the day.

Even when Lin Shuyou was having a meal, it was visible that the old man's attention was primarily on Xiao Yuan; how could Li Sanjiang not notice?

The first meeting at Shichahai was indeed a stroke of fate, but it was like the tobacco in a cigarette, once lit, it only turns to ash.

This second time, it was a bit too obvious.

"Come on, Little Yuanhou, we'll go home tomorrow, accompany me for a walk, and let's soak up the Dragon Energy from the Imperial City's roots."

"Grandmaster, let's walk inside then, there's only exhaust by the roadside."

"Hahaha!"

In the end, the walk didn't last long, having walked a lot these days, Li Sanjiang was also tired.

After returning to the hotel to rest, the next morning, the group headed early to the airport.

They didn't bring much when they came, but returned with many specialties and souvenirs, large bags and small, all meant to be taken back to the village for gifting.

If you want people to listen to you boast and humor you, you have to give them some sweetener; no one provides emotional value for free.

Li Sanjiang didn't know what "emotional value" was, but he had long seen through human relationships.

When the plane took off, Li Zhiyuan proactively placed his hand on Grandmaster's hand.

Li Sanjiang adjusted his sitting position and breathing, this was his second time on a plane, yet he was still nervous.

When the plane flew steadily, Li Sanjiang took out a story magazine, spread it out, crossed his legs, sometimes glancing at the clouds outside, sometimes looking down at the stories.

Meanwhile, he asked the flight attendant for a cup of coffee.

After taking a sip, he never took another until it was collected by the flight attendant before landing.

Arriving at Xingdong Airport, upon stepping out and seeing the blue skies and white clouds of Nantong, breathing in the hometown's air, Li Sanjiang became more alive.

The first thing he did was light a match and smoke a cigarette, polluting the hometown's air quality a bit.

Already informed of the return flight details, Uncle Qin and Xiong Shan came on a tricycle to pick them up.

On the way back, Li Sanjiang started chatting with Xiong Shan about the airplane experiences.

"Shan Hou, I heard before that on a plane, the flight attendant can light a cigarette for you and even pour you Moutai.

Alas, I never thought it was false; on the plane, you can't even smoke, really suffocated me."

Li Zhiyuan fiddled with the pager in his hand, the matters in Beijing had temporarily come to an end; now, it was time to focus on the next wave. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Tan Wenbin hadn't tried to contact him specifically these days, only sending a standard page every three days to indicate he was still alive.

After getting home, Li Sanjiang started visiting neighbors, specifically showing the photos he took in Beijing to Liu Xiazi, who had poor eyesight.

Li Zhiyuan first checked on Yin Meng's situation; Yin Meng had recovered, wearing a large vest, holding a saw, making a coffin.

Here, burials are more strictly controlled, coffin shops cannot open, but occasionally making a few won't be a problem to sell.

Everyone living in Grandpa's house, intentionally or not, would find something to do, to show they're not purely freeloading.

Not having gone to Beijing, Yin Meng wasn't disappointed, as Aunt Liu took her to Shanghai midway.

Aunt Liu routinely went out every so often to fetch something for the old lady, and this time, she took Yin Meng along, hoping she could have some fun too.

After all, to Yin Meng, bustling shopping malls meant more than famous sights.

However, this didn't stop her from using it as an excuse to say to Run Sheng with a bit of resentment: "Had fun, didn't you?"

Run Sheng: "Yeah."

Yin Meng pointed to a new coffin beside her and said: "Then paint it for me."

Run Sheng: "Okay."

Yin Meng put down the saw in her hand, picked up the tea mug beside her, and "glug glug" drank more than half a cup of perilla tea, some tea trickling down her neck, blending with sweat and flowing down.

Ever since being taught toxicology by Aunt Liu and soaking in the insect jar, Yin Meng's skin had always been fair, the kind of fairness a young woman has.

Aunt Liu explained that Mountain City girls naturally have hydrated skin, but Yin Meng didn't care for maintenance before, alongside… her coarse diet.

This was why the team's young guys, generally having someone they liked, coupled with knowing some of Yin Meng's peculiarities, didn't think much of her looks.

In fact, if Meng Meng wore trendy clothes now and went to the town's barbershop for a stylish haircut…