I’m really immortal Chapter 45

Liu Chang’an had been holding the orange juice he took from the milk tea shop, and even when he was pushed over, he didn’t waste it. As he slowly walked back with the cup, Ann Wan’s heart felt both happy and worried.

The reason for her happiness was simple – Liu Chang’an had fought for her, and most girls like boys who would fight for them. This is why many seemingly useless rascals and delinquents can still attract girls, as long as they’re willing to fight for them.

However, some girls would urge their boyfriends to fight, while others would be worried about their safety. This was a situation Ann Wan had created herself, and she didn’t truly blame Liu Chang’an. He still didn’t care about minor setbacks, and now that Ma Benwei was bringing people to look for him, what could he do?

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind, and Ann Wan turned around, startled, to see Liu Yuewang emerging from a thicket, her footsteps light and quick as she approached Ann Wan, grasping her ear. “Do you not take what I say seriously?”

“Mom… when did you hide there?” Ann Wan asked, wincing in pain, as she grabbed her mother’s arm.

“Heh… I finished my class and came back, saw Xi Xi sneaking around the milk tea shop, and after she left, I took a clear look and discovered the situation.” Liu Yuewang pulled Ann Wan’s ear and started walking, “Tell me, what were you guys talking about just now? I didn’t quite hear… and my neck got bitten by a big mosquito…”

“You actually spied on us…”

“I’m concerned about you, that’s a legitimate reason…”

“I think you should hurry back and apply some ointment to your neck; otherwise, it’ll leave a red mark, and people will think something’s wrong.”

Liu Yuewang was reminded by Ann Wan and released her ear, then headed back home, calling out to Ann Wan, “Come back quickly and explain everything clearly!”

She stopped after two steps, looking at Ann Wan sternly. “How do you know people will think something’s wrong if there’s a red mark?”

Ann Wan sighed. “I’m not a three-year-old, what don’t I understand? That’s just what happens when you get bitten hard on the neck.”

“Little one…”

“What little one?”

“… ”

Liu Yuewang’s face turned bright red, her cheeks flushed.

…

…

Liu Chang’an finished his orange juice on the bridge, then jumped down from the middle of the bridge to the riverbank, a drop of about twenty to thirty meters. His feet barely felt a thing as he landed steadily.

An old man with a full head of white hair sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly at Liu Chang’an, then looked up at the sky.

“I came down from up there,” Liu Chang’an replied, giving a definitive answer to spare the old man unnecessary worries.

It’s still best at Baolong Center, Liu Chang’an thought, looking up at the distant scenery. He wouldn’t do this again soon. He walked along the riverbank, enjoying the river breeze, and arrived at the statue of a great person at the south end of the riverbank, looking up at the 3,500-square-meter pedestal made of 8,000 granite blocks.

He gave the statue a push, but it didn’t budge.

“What are you doing?” the manager asked, having seen people come to burn incense, worship, or even try to climb the statue. This was the first time someone tried to push it.

This must be a lunatic.

“I’m just testing my strength.”

“Oh, you really are a lunatic.”

Liu Chang’an patted his hands, unfazed. Human strength has its limits, after all.

By the end of October, the tangerines on the riverbank would be ripe, and Liu Chang’an would walk through the tangerine forest, sitting in the square in front of the statue, feeling peaceful and quiet.

The flowers were falling, the moon was shining, and the scenery was like a painting. Liu Chang’an left with the crowd as the night scenery closed, walked up the bridge, and strolled along the bustling street, buying a bottle of green plum wine at Taiping Street, which was a bit sour and fresh.

Outside Taiping Street was the famous bar street of Junsha, where, in the past, many fish would swim in the streets, their white bellies gleaming. Only the smell of drunkenness was unbearable.

A small vendor with a rough haircut and thick lips was grilling lamb skewers. Liu Chang’an ordered two lamb liver skewers and wanted to grill them himself. The vendor agreed, and Liu Chang’an grilled them to perfection, making people drool.

As soon as he got home, he received a call from Qin Yanan, asking about his plans for the next day. Liu Chang’an hesitated for a moment before telling her to come over early.

Qin Yanan arrived even earlier than Liu Chang’an expected.

Liu Chang’an received the knock on his door before he even woke up. Not even Zhou Dongdong came this early.

It was a bit chilly in the morning, and Qin Yanan saw Liu Chang’an, who was wearing a vest and big pants, hugging himself tight, without any goosebumps on his skin.

“You know, old people really hope to gather with their families during festivals, especially the Dragon Boat Festival… the fewer, the better.” Liu Chang’an looked at Qin Yanan. “If you don’t want to stay in Junsha, you can insist on going back; he can’t do anything about it. In reality, he’s very happy in his heart.”

“I’ve discovered you really don’t want to see me,” Qin Yanan confirmed, which made her a bit happier. “I don’t dare disobey him; at least wait until you write the letter and he gives up the idea.”

“I don’t dislike you; I really like you, more than you imagine,” Liu Chang’an said, turning around. “You can sit outside on a small stool; I’ll write the letter, don’t worry, I’ll go wash up first.”

His tone had a comforting feeling, as if an old man was happy to see his own grandchildren, which Qin Yanan had heard many times.

Qin Yanan looked around and finally found a small stool made of bamboo strips on the edge of the room. It had a simple and elegant feeling, and she examined it carefully, discovering Liu Chang’an’s residence was cozy and peaceful.

The window was about the size of a washbasin, with white paper flowers stuck on it, extremely intricate, like a poem painting. The wall was painted with mud, and some green ivy crawled on it, with watering marks in the corner. There were various vases and jars on the shelves, each containing small plants, which looked beautiful together.

It felt like an old person’s peaceful abode.

Liu Chang’an came out after washing up and asked, “Want to go for a run?”

Qin Yanan was wearing a white blouse with a high collar, her hair loose and curled up behind her head, with a few loose strands framing her face. Her earrings swung naturally, and her long neck was wrapped tightly by her collar. Her white high-waisted pants made her legs look even longer, and her feet wore flat-soled running shoes, which didn’t seem to match at all, but Qin Yanan still looked beautiful.

“I rarely exercise, so I won’t run,” Qin Yanan said, shaking her head, watching for any disappointment or amusement in Liu Chang’an’s eyes.

“Oh, I know you can’t run much, because your lactation will hurt if you do,” Liu Chang’an said matter-of-factly, without any teasing or humor, before turning around and walking back into his room.

It was as if he was simply stating a fact, which made Qin Yanan’s face turn pale and her blood rush.

Last night, she had dreamed about her great-grandmother, who told her something in the dream. Qin Yanan remembered the dream clearly, and it made her feel quite emotional.

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