Her Cultivation Diary

The bouquet of wildflowers, chaotic yet full of spring's vibrant colors, was casually placed on the small table by the door.

The door upstairs was tightly closed.

And if you stood on the high ground behind the hill, your gaze could pierce through clusters of trees, then through the softly fluttering white gauze by the window, you could vaguely see the lovers' lips and teeth intertwined.

Until Lun Chuan slightly tilted his head, reached out to touch Song Tan's hair, gently yet firmly bringing her cheek closer to his chest.

She heard the sound of a frantic heartbeat in her ear, Lun Chuan's voice was hoarse:

"I still have a gift for you."

Song Tan raised her head, and casually reached into his pocket, then pulled out a pendant: "Is it this?"

It was a cute and exquisite jade pendant, skillfully carved into a plump peach, the reddest part being the sharp point of the peach, the greenest being the leaf at the top.

The color was uniform, and the texture translucent and moist. To the naked eye, it seemed to emit a hazy glow, and everyone who saw it could appreciate its obvious beauty.

Lun Chuan nodded, a bit embarrassed: "It's a little small..."

Indeed, it wasn't large, only slightly bigger than a thumb. The knot on the top had already been tied, you just needed to wear it.

"Did you buy it especially?" Song Tan really liked it, at this moment taking it in her hand and looking at it back and forth.

To be precise, she loved to appreciate all things beautiful. Whether it was wildflowers and grass by the roadside, or gold and jewelry which symbolize worldly values.

Lun Chuan was a bit embarrassed: "For a period, stone gambling novels were very popular, Qin Yunhe, to mention a few, wanted to keep up with the trend, and specially took me to see a small border town."

Of course, wanting to catch on to the hot trend showed they were actually not that hot, not making much money. Otherwise, they might daringly go to the public auctions overseas.

Song Tan became interested: "And then what? Stone gambling? Did you win?"

"How could it be?" Lun Chuan laughed: "The plot of easily winning in novels with golden fingers is just for show, in reality, what regular people can buy from stores are basically sifted through by experts layer by layer."

"If there's even a slight chance of winning, the price of raw stones would skyrocket."

He hadn't said the rest, but Song Tan already guessed: "They lost?"

"Yes." Lun Chuan nodded: "Lost half a year's manuscript fees, only cut out a few pieces of Glutinous Jade—at that time, jade prices hadn't risen, someone was buying on-site, offering 1800."

Song Tan: ...

These two big idiots are too pitiful, aren't they?

She thought they had Luck King's fortune, so they dared to spend money like this!

"Then what about this one?"

The brown cord wrapped around her hand several times, the chubby, oily peach slightly swaying on the back of her hand, couldn't tell if the skin was like jade or the peach's tip was crimson.

Lun Chuan looked down at her, his gaze focused: "I spent 500 yuan, bought a stone, and only cut to the center to get this little bit of material."

"But—it went up."

Now this little peach, when he went to the shop for the string, they even asked if he wanted to consigned sale it—starting at 120,000.

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"How much did you spend in total that time?" She laughed while asking curiously.

Lun Chuan also slightly smiled: "Excluding transportation and accommodation, the stone was 500, the engraving was 1,100."

At this, Song Tan hugged his waist again, laughing so hard she was trembling all over.

After her emotions finally calmed down, she felt Lun Chuan's palm, then placed the exquisite peach in his palm:

"Help me wear it."

...

At dinner, everyone gathered together, Wu Lan asked curiously:

"Tantan, what are you doing with the vase downstairs?"

Song Tan replied nonchalantly: "Flowers."

The bouquet was intentionally left at the bottom unsealed, just like that, inserted into the vase.

Song Tan even generously infused some spiritual energy into the water, without accident, these originally unsuitable to be in water would have their flowering period extended by more than a month.

But, they were indeed beautiful on the table.

Wu Lan didn't see Song Tan bring flowers over, thinking young people in love are peculiar, but she considered herself an open-minded parent, and didn't ask more, just kept urging Lun Chuan to eat more...

Whereas Song Sancheng already had his schedule planned:

"After the meal, I'll go fishing with Maozhu, where's the sunshade at our house? And my little stool for fishing?"

Wu Lan: ...

"The fishing rod just arrived, you really can't pick leftover bread in a kennels... Everything is in the warehouse, go find them yourself."

Song Sancheng was indifferent to her words, he thought he just heard her send that video message to others in the village, saying also wants to learn from them to film a fluttering red scarf, this way and that way...

Anyway, neither husband nor wife could say anything about each other.

Wu Lan said her piece but indeed didn't care much.

Men's fishing, no matter where the perseverance comes from, wind, snow or whatnot doesn't faze them.

But considering last year the family was busy all the time, he really didn't have much chance to hold the fishing rod by the pond, Wu Lan reminded him:

"Spring rains are chilly, remember to bring a pot of hot water."

"Got it, got it!" Song Sancheng beamed: "Not only Maozhu is coming, but also Zhou Shunshui, he bought a 4000-plus fishing rod last year! I must let him see today, no matter how expensive the rod, if no fish is caught, it's a waste."

He said it with such bravado, but his fishing skills were actually quite average, yet everyone tacitly didn't expose him—

Just fish!

Sitting by the pond all day, out of sight, out of mind.

Qiaoqiao was also happy: "Mama, I've talked to Chen Chi, he'll come later after eating."

"Sure thing!" Kids need partners, Wu Lan was also happy in her heart.

Moreover, not only they couldn't work on a rainy day, there are Zhang Wang's Family and Chen Xi by the river.

"Have fun, Tantan you tell his brother, let the kids have half a day off today."

But Song Tan shook her head: "Let Qiaoqiao say it, let's see how they're planning it."

[Planning]This word is used so advancedly, Qiaoqiao immediately became serious, quickly finished the rice in his bowl, then said:

"Then later I'll have a meeting with Chen Chi to discuss things."

He said it with such seriousness, obviously taking this matter to heart, but the more this was the case, the more everyone held back laughter.

Still, Song Tan urged him: "Then you quickly prepare, is the desk tidied up? Will two people be crowded?"

Qiaoqiao uttered an "ah" sound, rapidly put the meeting plan aside, turned and rushed upstairs to tidy up his desk.

Outside, the rain kept pouring, Song Tan turned to look at Lun Chuan, not overlooking the faint dark circles and fatigue under his eyes:

"After you're done eating, go sleep for a while, no need to be called for dinner, eat whenever you wake up."

Lun Chuan nodded: "No rush, I'll just freshen up a bit, and can also wait for Chen Chi to come over to give him the gift."

After all, since he's so great in Qiaoqiao's mouth, the gift must be great too.