Chapter 1641 - 298: 6

Li Zhiyuan looked like he'd fallen asleep.

Lin Shuyou took the meal from the flight attendant and handed it to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi took it, cupped his hands to Lin Shuyou and said solemnly:

"Many thanks, Brother Lin!"

Lin Shuyou froze for a moment, then said, "This is eight-treasure congee. You grab this pull ring and yank it outwards, and it'll open."

Zhao Yi did as told, successfully opened the congee, and exclaimed:

"To think that something this hard could have such a simple method of opening."

"Uh, the spoon's under this lid. You have to pry it out first, then open it up."

"So that's how it is. This spoon can be folded—quite ingenious."

"Hehe."

"May I ask, Brother Lin, are we now truly in Heaven? That white expanse below the window—would that be the white clouds?"

"Yeah, that's right. We're in an airplane right now."

"A flying chicken? There truly exists something like the kunpeng in this world?"

"It's a kind of machine..."

As Lin Shuyou was patiently explaining, the flight attendant pushed the drinks cart over. Seeing Li Zhiyuan asleep, she turned to Zhao Yi and asked:

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"Jianlibao, thank you."

"All right, sir."

Lin Shuyou stopped his airplane science lesson and stared blankly at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi opened the Jianlibao, took a sip, shook the can at Lin Shuyou, and said:

"I just didn't want you getting bored."

...

After getting off the plane, at the airport entrance, Chen Xu said goodbye to everyone.

The one he was most reluctant to part with was Tan Wenbin.

In this life, he'd never had such a satisfying chat before. When the plane landed safely and right on time, he even felt a twinge of regret, thinking how great it would've been if there'd been a typhoon, forcing the plane to make a temporary stop at some midway airport.

Chen Xu: "Brother Tan, I'm going to be sent out to work on the Tibetan Plateau for a while.

Once I'm back, I'll contact you right away. You come to Suzhou to find me, I'll take you around the gardens and to listen to storytelling and ballads."

Tan Wenbin: "Then don't leave today. I'll first take you to listen to our Nantong children's opera, I guarantee you won't be able to sleep tonight after you hear it."

Chen Xu: "It's that good?"

Tan Wenbin: "Mm, the headache will keep you up."

Chen Xu: "Hahaha! Anyway, there'll definitely be plenty of chances in the future. I've got insider news—our Suzhou is about to build an airport, and not just one.

By then, when you guys come back from business trips, you can land in Suzhou first, and I'll host you."

"Definitely, definitely!"

Chen Xu got in the car and left.

Zhao Yi: "Brother Xiao Yuan, shall we grab a cab too?"

Li Zhiyuan: "No need, we've got a car picking us up."

Just then, Zhao Yi saw Uncle Qin walking over, with Xiong Shan following behind him.

Because Xiong Shan was very close to Uncle Qin, Zhao Yi had not only failed to sense Uncle Qin in advance, he also hadn't sensed Xiong Shan.

When Uncle Qin came near, Zhao Yi instinctively hunched his neck and instantly became obedient.

There was no helping it—the psychological shadow Uncle Qin had left on him that night was far too deep.

Uncle Qin: "Xiao Yuan, your Grandmaster sent us to pick you up."

Li Zhiyuan: "Grandmaster's fever still hasn't gone down?"

Uncle Qin: "The cold and fever are better now, but the night before last, when your Grandmaster went to relieve himself on the second-floor terrace, he slipped and took a fall, cracked his tailbone, and for now he can't get out of bed."

Li Zhiyuan nodded. Once he went back and returned the Luck to Grandmaster, everything would be fine.

They all got on the three-wheeler and started heading home.

On the way, Li Zhiyuan asked Uncle Qin, "Uncle Qin, you can drive, right?"

Li Zhiyuan remembered Uncle Qin being amazing on a motorcycle.

Uncle Qin: "I can."

Li Zhiyuan: "There's a new car at home. In future you can drive to pick us up."

Uncle Qin: "Where's the new car? I'll go get it."

Li Zhiyuan: "No need, I already had Zhao Yi and Brother Binbin go pick it up and drive it back."

As soon as he saw Uncle Qin, Zhao Yi turned into a quail. If that bunch from the Bai family town saw Uncle Qin appear on the riverbank again, they'd probably all be scared into jumping out of their coffins.

After they got home, Zhao Yi remained obedient. He first greeted Aunt Liu, then went specifically to kowtow and pay his respects to the old lady.

Then he streaked off down to the open yard to Big Beard's house to look for Old Tian.

Li Zhiyuan didn't see Alii. He glanced at the tightly shut East Room door, didn't linger, and went straight up to the second floor.

From a distance, Li Zhiyuan already heard Grandmaster's groaning—that was the sound of pain.

"Grandmaster!"

The moment the boy's voice rang out, the groaning in the room stopped.

When Li Zhiyuan pushed the door open and entered, Grandmaster was just lighting a cigarette with a match. As soon as it was lit, he flicked his hand with great flair, sending the extinguished matchstick flying.

Only, Grandmaster was lying prone on the bed, and his whole person had gone from the ruddy glow of the past to a haggard mess—there was just no hiding it.

The Li Sanjiang now really was starting to look like a rural old man of his age.

Li Zhiyuan knew that this time, running back and forth between two "Immortals," he'd never had much room to maneuver to begin with; sometimes he really had to lean on luck, and every time he'd had to gamble on luck, he'd won.

The boy walked forward, sat down at the bedside, and took Li Sanjiang's hand.

"Grandmaster, I'm back."

"It's good you're back, good you're back. Are you all back?"

"Meng Meng didn't come back. She stayed in Fengdu."

"What's this, why didn't she come back? Does she feel unhappy living here with us..."

"Meng Meng met a relative in Fengdu, and that relative insisted on keeping her to stay for a while."

"A relative? How old?"

"Very old, even older than you."

"Older than me? Then he probably hasn't got long left."

"Grandmaster, I'll top up some water in your enamel mug."

"How are things at Meng Meng's relative's place?"

"Pretty good."

"Do they have land?"

"Yes, a very big piece of land."

"Got money?"

"They do. There are lots of houses at home."

"What about his own children?"

"He doesn't have any children left. Yin Meng is the only blood relative he has."

"Oh, then that's not strange at all. No wonder he'd keep that girl Meng Meng there."

"She won't be staying too long. I'll bring Meng Meng back later. She still likes Nantong, and she likes it here with you, Grandmaster. If it weren't for that relative stubbornly blocking her, Meng Meng would've come back with us."

"Actually, there's no need to go out of your way to bring her back. Besides, the one going won't be you."

"Hm?"

"Let Marquis Runsheng go and be their live-in son-in-law."