Her Cultivation Diary

The rain stopped for a while, but soon raindrops began to fall again. Song Sancheng just prepared to go out with his fishing rod for a stroll, and he was forced back into the living room before even leaving the yard.

Wu Lan was also worried about her scarf getting wet in the rain, and upon returning to the living room, she saw Lun Chuan had already opened another bag, which contained several small boxes:

"This is a collection of operas for Grandpa and Grandma as well as Grandmother and Grandfather. The card reader can import them directly to the phone, and you can watch them directly in the album."

For people like Song Youde in their generation, the only entertainment in their youth was likely listening to operas.

They did watch movies; many years ago, after the busy farming season, a projectionist would play movies at the Village Department.

But nowadays, they can no longer understand many of the stories in movies. Operas can be searched online easily, but they don't know how to get a membership, nor how to adjust the quality...

Even if younger folks are around, they can't keep asking questions after each episode, right?

Lun Chuan stayed here for a while last time and spent a lot of time chatting with them. This time, he decided to prepare these directly.

This left Wu Lan amazed: "Why do you always buy gifts for the whole family? Next time, let's not do this. Next time, you can't bring anything."

Lun Chuan laughed: "Aunt, is there even a next time? My stuff will all be moved here in a couple of days."

Wu Lan realized this fact and couldn't help but feel overjoyed again.

Then came the electronic bracelet Lun Chuan had just mentioned: "These aren't expensive, a hundred or two each. At least they can measure heart rate and blood oxygen levels when worn on the wrist..."

Actually, Seventh Uncle might not even fully understand how to use the electronic bracelet, and for something worth a hundred or two, the functions are simple, pretty much optional for daily use.

But—

Everyone loves something new, regardless of age. Who wouldn't like receiving gifts?

At least Aunt Lianhua's joy was particularly evident: "I often wash vegetables, and this is inconvenient to wear, but my mother-in-law always forgets to charge her phone, and this has a durable battery and vibration reminders!! Really handy!"

She felt a bit embarrassed: "Why buy this for me..." She was just a regular helping hand.

In contrast, Seventh Uncle was much more composed: "Still quite fashionable..."

As he spoke, he proudly raised his wrist, once, twice... took a photo with his phone, then turned to look at Seventh Grandma's wrist, trying to adjust the display just as Lun Chuan had taught earlier.

Finally calming down from the excitement, he casually asked, "Didn't eat anything good in the Imperial City, right? What do you want to eat?"

Lun Chuan thought for a moment and earnestly made a request: "Tantan mentioned that there's a special Artemisia Bun here in the spring. I haven't tried it yet, can I taste it?"

How simple that is!

Seventh Uncle immediately agreed: "After the rain stops, you can go up the mountain with Tantan to get some Artemisia—it's the Shitou Slope Tantan wrapped; aren't you planning to plant sunflowers, mugwort, and wild chrysanthemums there?"

"The mugwort is growing tender now! Once the rain stops, go pick some, and I'll make sure it tastes delicious for you!"

...

Lunchtime needed to wait a bit longer, and as the lively atmosphere downstairs subsided, Lun Chuan took his luggage upstairs.

Not much stuff, just one suitcase and one cardboard box that he could carry upstairs by himself.

Opening the room next to Song Tan on the 2nd floor, Aunt Lianhua had already been there to tidy up; everything inside was clean and neat, even the bedding was clearly changed with new ones, laid out neatly.

Lun Chuan simply organized the luggage and then heard the door next door open, at which point he opened another box.

Different from the previous suitcase filled with personal items, opening this cardboard box revealed only a large pile of fresh flowers.

The flowers were not the roses, lilies, or carnations commonly sold in florists, but rather a variety of shapes and colors, vibrant and diverse.

At this moment, they were scattered haphazardly in the box, and thanks to the ice bags separating the bottom layer for preservation, they didn't appear wilted, just a bit disorganized.

Lun Chuan carefully sifted through and checked them, then retrieved scissors and wrapping paper from the luggage.

...

Song Tan was in her room scrolling through her phone, silently waiting for her gift.

Incredible!

She thought to herself: Xiaolun is getting bold now! He's going to personally give a gift! Is it the 'personal' she was thinking of?

Imagining various scenarios in her mind, it was only after quite a while that she heard a knock on the door.

Opening the door, sure enough, Lun Chuan was standing outside with his hands behind his back. She couldn't help but laugh:

"Personally?"

Lun Chuan hesitated for a moment, then slightly bent down, lowered his head, and gently kissed her lips. Then he focused on Song Tan and seriously replied:

"Yes."

Song Tan slightly tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck: "Isn't that kind of perfunctory?"

Lun Chuan took out the gift from behind, without waiting for Song Tan to inspect it, he hugged her tightly, pulling her into his arms, his voice carrying a bit of grievance:

"I did put my heart into it."

He loosened his arms and handed over the bouquet he was holding:

"I researched online what gifts girls like, but none of them seemed to be something you would like."

"Even though they all say you can't not give gifts even if your girlfriend doesn't lack them, I have another intention—I want to show you the scenery I passed by."

Song Tan was slightly taken aback, then seriously focused on the bouquet Lun Chuan handed over—

He genuinely liked flowers and plants, and it wasn't his first time giving one, but now the bouquet wrapped in newspaper was not flowers that were sent for the first time via express delivery or from the terrace garden.

Nor were they the butter sunflowers specially ordered ahead during New Year.

In the current black-and-white newspaper, there were wildflowers of all colors and sizes. The bouquet seemed to have been freshly watered, with soft branches and full flowers, still adorned with "dewdrops."

Messy, unordered, filled with the beauty of freedom, even the branches and leaves brimmed with vitality.

Pale purple lilacs, highly saturated bright blue long-stemmed primroses, and noticeably carefully selected long-stemmed yellow dandelions, pink wild peach blossom branches, creamy yellow magnolia, and a cluster of leaves with tender green and white flowers from unidentified wild grass...

Song Tan reached out to take them.

Lun Chuan spoke softly nearby: "From Imperial City to Yun City, there are 7 cities near the service areas."

"Every time I passed a service area, I would stop to walk around or turn onto the national road, picking some different cities' spring and different flowers."

He seemed slightly tired, affected by the long drive and Yun City's downpour, his exhaustion was hard to conceal.

Yet when he spoke, his eyes were full of focus.

"It took me 15 hours of driving to gather this bouquet."

He looked at Song Tan with slight tension: "This... will you like it?"

The single branch of Huang Yulan couldn't conceal the spring flavor of this wild bunch; not fragrantly enough, yet it's the most natural scent of grass and wood.

Song Tan held the bouquet with both hands and then looked up at Lun Chuan:

"I really like it."