I’m really immortal Chapter 82

The rain started again in the second half of the night, drizzling down gently on the rain-soaked eaves, rolling off the edges and dripping down, reflecting the lamp light, giving off an exceptionally peaceful feeling.

Liu Chang’an opened his eyes, feeling a slight chill on his skin, and the damp air made him quite comfortable. Sleeping outside was even more comfortable than in his humid, damp bedding. Liu Chang’an stretched lazily, surrounded by silence, with only the sound of the rain encircling him. The light from the lamp under the eaves seemed to be suppressed by the darkness around Liu Chang’an, as if the entire world had been reduced to this small, peaceful rain-soaked space.

Liu Chang’an went back to his room, borrowed a book from Zhu Juntang, and began to read. Perhaps it was because ordinary people’s lives were short, and they lived vividly, with intense desires, which led to the creation of countless beautiful, ugly, absurd, dark, and magnificent stories.

Liu Chang’an had experienced some things, but not everything. So, he looked at other people’s lives, which were long and complicated, but not necessarily something he wanted to experience.

As he read until dawn, a small chicken was sent over. Liu Chang’an gently stroked its head and sent it on its way.

“Will you revive from the coffin if you’ve absorbed enough life force?” Liu Chang’an asked, looking at the coffin.

Liu Chang’an had seen many strange and bizarre things, but he still enjoyed reading about chats and stories like “/Subordinate not speaking”. He didn’t think he had seen everything, and he didn’t understand his own bodily phenomena. How could he lose interest in unknown, magical phenomena?

The coffin didn’t respond.

“Are you a zombie? According to the categorization theory, which level of zombie are you? Blood Red Clothes? Then you should be jumping around with stiff knees, or are you like a living person?”

Liu Chang’an patted the coffin.

“If you can come out, keep me company.”

Liu Chang’an closed the door and saw Zhou Dongdong running towards him, carrying a small flower umbrella and tapping on the trunk of a willow tree, then pushing a small locust tree.

Rainwater poured down, hitting the umbrella, making a snapping sound. After a while, Zhou Dongdong folded the umbrella and held it in her hand, took a deep breath, bent down, and swung her arms backwards a few times before squatting down and jumping towards a puddle of water in front of her.

The mud splattered everywhere.

Zhou Dongdong jumped between several puddles, eventually reaching Liu Chang’an’s side, patted her pocket, and only then remembered she had forgotten to bring soy milk. She hurriedly ran back to get two bags of soy milk, one for Liu Chang’an and one for herself.

“You’re brave enough to jump into that puddle!” Liu Chang’an said, referring to the puddle where they raised mudfish.

Zhou Dongdong wasn’t convinced. “If my mom didn’t beat me, I definitely would have jumped in!”

“Do you think your mom wouldn’t beat you right now?” Liu Chang’an pulled her clothes, revealing the mud stains.

Zhou Dongdong was shocked and thought it was already on her clothes.

“Since I’ll get a beating anyway, I might as well jump again.” Liu Chang’an pointed to the puddle.

“I’ll get a beating even more severely if I jump in there!” Zhou Dongdong refused decisively, not being foolish enough to get beaten for no reason.

Zhou Dongdong didn’t take the bait, and Liu Chang’an felt relieved at her growth.

Tomorrow was the high school entrance exam, and Liu Chang’an was naturally not in the mood to study. After the morning rain stopped, Liu Chang’an prepared to head to the Binjiang Cultural Park to visit the new Junsha Museum, library, music hall, and planning hall.

Last time, he couldn’t enter the Hunan Provincial Museum, so he had some regrets. Although the Junsha Museum wasn’t as rich as the former, it still had its attractions. The music hall was designed with a unique exterior, with musical notes and ancient Chinese scores on the surface. The scores used were local folk tunes from Xiangnan, such as “Xiang River Water Clouds” and “Dongting Spring Dawn”, which could express the regional characteristics and uniqueness of the architecture.

Liu Chang’an was still wearing his neat and tidy clothes, walking around the Binjiang Cultural Park for half a day, feeling very satisfied. In the afternoon, there was a traditional music performance, but the ticket was too expensive, so Liu Chang’an gave up and sat by the river, feeling the wind, and got hungry. He slowly walked back home to cook.

After finishing his meal, Liu Chang’an set up two stools, took out the door panels, and put them on top. He unfolded the fabric Qin Yanan had given him, ready to use the sewing machine when the time came. He would borrow the tools, such as scissors, measuring tape, and sewing needles, from Liu Laotaitai, who, although not a professional tailor, was skilled in using a sewing machine. Many women in her generation could make clothes, and buying fabric to make clothes was more cost-effective than going to a tailor’s shop.

When Zhou Qing came to find Liu Chang’an, she was surprised to see him busy with his sewing machine.

“Tomorrow is the high school entrance exam, I don’t have time,” Liu Chang’an raised his head, refusing her request.

Zhou Qing saw what he was doing and was taken aback. This was someone who was about to take the high school entrance exam tomorrow!

Zhou Qing originally wanted to smile and continue persuading, but she discovered she had lost her “smile” in front of Liu Chang’an. Her tone was still gentle and calm, “I think you can spare some time, Third Aunt wants to see you.”

“Since she wants to see me, she can come herself.” Liu Chang’an continued with his work, which was an obvious choice. Why didn’t some people understand logic?

“You should know that since you’re close with Third Miss, you’ll inevitably face this kind of meeting.” Zhou Qing considered her words, “Third Aunt is an elder, and it’s better for you to show some humility, which will benefit your future interactions with Third Miss… as friends.”

“I’m not interested in elders, I only like beautiful young girls.” Liu Chang’an shook his head.

“Third Aunt is very beautiful.” Zhou Qing didn’t get angry like before, having interacted with Liu Chang’an many times and even eating dragon shrimp together, “Although she’s not a young girl, she’s often mistaken for a sister when with Third Miss.”

“Okay, if she comes to find me, I can see her.” Liu Chang’an was unmoved. Compared to another woman who was like a mother, who was more loving and charming, that was a beautiful and lovely young woman.

Being beautiful wasn’t that special, but being lovely was more important.

Zhou Qing looked around, slowly unbuttoning her outerwear.

Liu Chang’an was taken aback, and out of respect for women exposing themselves, he didn’t look away.

Zhou Qing only undid a few buttons on her jacket, revealing her smooth abdomen, with two faint red marks, as if she had been whipped. Her powdered, white face showed a hint of shame and resentment, “If you don’t agree, I’ll be punished like this.”

“No.”

Liu Chang’an looked at her for two seconds before continuing with his work.

Zhou Qing did up her buttons, bit her lip, and glared at Liu Chang’an before storming off.

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