I’m really immortal Chapter 68

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Liu Chang’an had braised pork belly with fermented soybeans for dinner, sliced into small cubes, looking like white jade. The local chili peppers were not as nice-looking, cut into short, round segments, green like jade. After stir-frying with ginger and garlic, he added the braised pork belly, poured in the sauce, and served it with steamed rice. The aroma was fantastic, and the white, green, and red colors looked great on the plate.

Liu Chang’an was full and lay down on the mahjong table, taking out his phone to check his messages.

“Why haven’t you been on Weibo recently?” his friend asked. “I posted some photos from Sanya, and you didn’t give me any likes.”

“I went to Taiwan Island,” Liu Chang’an replied. “I’ll check your Weibo later. Why didn’t you post any photos with your mom?”

“My mom is very beautiful, with a great figure, and she’s a university professor,” his friend said. “Standing next to her, I look like her little sister.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to post a photo with your mom. You’ll definitely get many likes and comments.”

“Because my mom is a traditional, mature woman, she prefers using WeChat, and her friends on WeChat are all real friends.”

“That makes sense.”

“I also bought a wish card for you in Sanya, wishing you good luck in your career, good health, and love.”

“Then you should send it to me.”

“Aren’t you living near Baolong Center? Next time I go shopping there, I’ll put it in a locker at Baolong Center, and I’ll send you the password to open it, and you can get it.”

“I’m really impressed by your cleverness.”

“Hehe, sorry for not meeting up with you in person.”

Liu Chang’an went on Weibo to check his friend’s photos, liking each one. Someone in the mahjong room called out, “Three players needed,” and it was his turn to play.

Today, the central figure in the mahjong room was Wan Qiongfang, who was called “Wan Jie” by younger people and “Wan Gu Niang” by older people. She was from a wealthy family in the neighborhood and lived in Yunkun Province, often returning to visit.

“You guys are playing mahjong too slowly, and one ticket is not enough to finish the game. Let’s play bigger stakes today,” Wan Qiongfang said with a lack of interest. “Mahjong games under ten blocks are not exciting.”

“Little Liu, you’re up.” Old Qian pushed Liu Chang’an, although he didn’t usually like to take the initiative, but he knew how to keep face for the mahjong friends in the neighborhood. He would take the lead and be the scapegoat.

Liu Chang’an played his turn, along with Liu Lao Tai Tai, Xiao Jie, and others, who were all fairly casual players, winning and losing without much fuss. Although Liu Lao Tai Tai sometimes liked to use tricks to get ahead, it was all just part of the game.

“You guys are playing in cahoots, aren’t you?” Wan Qiongfang asked, feeling something was off. Her partners kept winning and hardly ever let her win.

Liu Chang’an played well, using his experience to his advantage, but Wan Qiongfang was not happy, losing over three hundred blocks.

“That’s not fair!” Wan Qiongfang exclaimed. “Why should I lose so much?”

Liu Chang’an argued with her, and Wan Qiongfang finally got upset, slammed the table, and left the mahjong room.

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the mahjong room became more relaxed.

Liu Chang’an was in a good mood, and Qin Yanan arrived at the mahjong room.

The old men and women in the room looked at Qin Yanan, and the room fell silent for a moment before the sound of mahjong tiles resuming.

“Little Liu, someone’s looking for you,” Old Qian hurriedly pushed Liu Chang’an, taking his seat.

Liu Chang’an pointed at Old Qian, feeling like he was being abandoned, and then followed Qin Yanan out of the room.

“Why do you always like to hang out with old people?” Qin Yanan asked. “You’re young and shouldn’t be interested in quiet places. Just a short walk from here is Jiefang West Road, with bars, restaurants, and pedestrian streets. There are plenty of entertainment options.”

Qin Yanan had been watching Liu Chang’an from afar for a while, seeing him enjoying himself among the old crowd.

“Solitude is a normal part of life,” Liu Chang’an said. “One who can endure loneliness won’t lose themselves. People with strong minds aren’t interested in noisy entertainment. Most leisure activities can’t compare to reading a book, having a drink, and eating some snacks.”

Liu Chang’an pointed at the mahjong room, “Mahjong, card games, and so on, which have been around for thousands of years, with different outcomes each time, even with the same cards. The combinations are endless, like the universe evolving. It’s fascinating.”

Qin Yanan thought of her grandfather, who also enjoyed playing cards, but he wouldn’t play as casually as Liu Chang’an.

“What did Qin Lao Ye want to tell you?” Liu Chang’an asked.

“Can I tell you?” Qin Yanan replied.

Liu Chang’an looked at Qin Yanan, who was wearing light makeup today, without the obvious lipstick and eyebrow marks like she had during the day. Under the yellow lamp and tree shadows, her natural beauty shone through.

Liu Chang’an thought of Ann Wan’s feelings towards Bai Rui and was relieved that Qin Yanan’s target was Bai Rui. If it were Qin Yanan, he would have given up, or maybe tried some supernatural strategies… but that wouldn’t work either, as one’s natural abilities couldn’t be surpassed by hard work alone.

“What did he say?” Liu Chang’an asked.

“He told me to take a good look at you,” Qin Yanan replied.

Liu Chang’an looked at Qin Yanan under the lamp, with shadows on her face, looking like Ye Zini. “I’ve seen enough.”

Qin Yanan walked over to the lamp, leaning against the wall, her face looking unnatural, as if waiting for his gaze to land on her. “He’s been playing dumb with me, asking me to do something without directly telling me.”

Liu Chang’an looked at Qin Yanan, whose eyes seemed to have a deep meaning, as if she were waiting for him to understand her intentions.

“I’ll remember,” Liu Chang’an said. “He’s always been playing dumb with me, and I’m tired of guessing his thoughts.”

“Good,” Qin Yanan replied, relaxing a bit. “He promised not to force me to do anything as long as I don’t leave Junsha within a year.”

“That’s great. Remember to come cook for me often.”

“…”

“I mean it.”

“Okay,” Qin Yanan replied, who was also a person of her word. Since she would be staying in Junsha for a year, she didn’t have anywhere else to go, and it was fine to have a small, interesting brother like Liu Chang’an to hang out with.

Liu Chang’an was thinking, what else was there to see in Qin Yanan besides her resemblance to Ye Zini? As for Qin Peng, Liu Chang’an thought, why can’t he just speak directly? Does he think it’s fun to make others guess his thoughts?

Liu Chang’an quickly put it out of his mind and asked Qin Yanan, “Why don’t you wear a traditional cheongsam like your grandmother’s? You might look especially good in it.”

Qin Yanan opened her mouth, took a few steps, and pressed her hands against her abdomen, looking like she was caught off guard, and forced a smile. “Okay.”

She was a bit unhappy, having planned to surprise Liu Chang’an, but now he had taken the initiative, and the effect would be reduced…

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