Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1127 - 1103. The sorrow of parting

As expected, the joys and sorrows between people don’t really connect.

And when happiness is built upon the pain of a brother, that happiness becomes even sweeter.

At least, when Lun Chuan retracted his hand, the smile on his lips lingered for a long time.

Of course, Qin Yun and He Kuang, those two guys who don’t work out at all, couldn’t outrun Big White when it came to fleeing for their lives,

and in the end, each got a couple of hard bites on their butts before it was over.

"If I had known..." He Kuang painfully lay on the grass, "we might as well have not run and just let him vent a bit."

Qin Yun also turned over with a look of utter despair: "Lost face for you and me, but everyone’s happy—Lun Chuan is really not a brother, sob sob..."

A proud seven-foot man, how humiliating!

The next moment, someone came walking slowly in boots, an iron shovel stuck into the grass next to him.

When he looked up, he found that the person had dark skin, and it was Song Tan’s cattle-raising cousin.

Qin Yun let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his arm: "Thanks, brother, I knew you’d help, you saw I had no strength to get up..."

"Uh..." Wu Lei looked at his hand in a dilemma, then scratched his head: "Can you turn over? I need to shovel some sheep dung."

Those little sheep bouncing around must have pooped, it’s just that the pasture is so big, he hadn’t gotten to this part yet.

Qin Yun: ...

He Kuang: ...

The next moment, the two sprung up as if they’d been pricked, feeling as though endless energy surged within them. From a distance, it made Lun Chuan go "eh?!"

"Not bad stamina!"

...

Though brothers might be unreliable, they indeed are the backbone.

Carefully under the wary gaze of Big White and E Mei, after briefly washing their coats by the river, the two of them had to put their clothes back on while the river breeze blew.

Struggling for a while, they finally decided to find Lun Chuan:

"What if they post the video online, we are at least known figures, that’s so embarrassing."

"Couldn’t you ask Song Tan to talk to them? It’s not like we demand no one posts it, but could they blur our faces..."

Lun Chuan furrowed his brows slightly, puzzled: "Well, where are you guys known figures exactly?"

Qin Yun felt very aggrieved: "I’ve been on our author interview, I’ve even been on TV shows! You can still find my copyright interview on the website now!"

"And He Kuang is a council member of their provincial writers’ association! His photos can be found online at a search."

"Why wouldn’t we count as known figures!"

Lun Chuan pondered for a moment, then cautiously looked at the two: "Just... putting your faces online, to strangers, it’s no different from a potato in a basket, right?"

"I guess no strangers would recognize you."

Alright alright! The sharpest knife comes from a brother!

The resentment on Qin Yun was enough to sustain three Evil Sword Immortals. At this moment, he glared fiercely at him, gritting his teeth:

"Can you guarantee if your picture was posted, no one would recognize you?"

Lun Chuan fell into peculiar silence.

After a while, underneath his cap came a face with an indescribably benevolent smile:

"People’s faces, too, have different levels of recognizability."

He Kuang let out a mournful cry, turned angrily, and pulled Qin Yun over: "What are we afraid of? Real men aren’t afraid of losing face! Instead of letting them post it and risk being recognized, let’s post it ourselves!"

As long as I embarrass myself enough, no one can laugh at us being embarrassed!

The two brothers exchanged a glance, then took out their phones, found the video Lun Chuan had kindly sent them, and with bold maneuvers, posted it to their Moments and Weibo.

Hmph! No one’s scared of anyone!

...

A whole lot of fun, a whole lot of laughter.

Finally, when the sunshine by the river spread across a larger area of the water, this long journey for the pig-slaughtering feast also reached its time to end.

The tickets for netizens were already booked, Zhu Xin and the others also needed to rush back to work.

The returning bus had already stopped at the door, everyone in the courtyard opened up their own suitcases, stuffing them with bags of produce.

"These radishes were just pulled up this morning, cleaned up, and you can keep them for over a week at home."

Qiaoqiao watched hopefully at the little ones who came from afar, the Peppa and Ultraman on their faces were wiped off, making him feel a bit down, and now his voice of explanation was low.

Two emotional girls had tears in their eyes, now holding up their phones in front of him: "Baobao, let’s take a photo together!"

Once she spoke up, everyone gathered around, and after the photo was taken, Qiaoqiao regained his spirit and continued talking about the produce:

"This is cabbage, very durable. My sister said you might not cook at home, but you can tear off the leaves to stuff meat or make sandwiches."

The radishes and cabbages were heavy and took up space, and now, after stuffing the suitcase, two cabbages nearly took up half the space.

Everyone sweated hard, racking their brains to squeeze things together, luggage can be squished, but not a single bit of cabbage or radish could be left out.

Qiaoqiao didn’t notice this, he just proudly said:

"But, these are cabbages and radishes grown in the village, they’re not as tasty as ours—

The tastier ones are here!"

He took out a few small boxes: "These are picked from the greenhouse, these are white strawberries, these are red strawberries... Eat them soon, they can’t be kept."

"These are cucumbers, three per person."

"Here are the cherry tomatoes, you can keep them in the fridge for two days."

After speaking, he eagerly watched as everyone stuffed their suitcases, hesitating:

"Actually, I secretly picked small watermelons, but your suitcases..."

Seemingly can’t fit them in.

"We can fit! We can fit!" The girl nearest to him instantly took out her makeup bag from her suitcase, quickly wrote a note on it:

"Baobao, please send my luggage to this address, postage can be paid on delivery!"

The large space freed up was just enough for a mini watermelon.

But watermelons aren’t as tough-skinned as cabbages or radishes, in the end, tightly wrapped in foam to be placed in, not daring to compress or bump them.

Then someone rummaged back and forth, taking out the radishes they had painstakingly packed into the backpack earlier, and carefully placed the watermelon:

"Teacher Qiaoqiao, can you give me a plastic bag?"

"Me me me, I didn’t bring a suitcase, teacher, find me a big bag, please."

It’s just carrying a bunch of ten-some-kilo cabbages in the left hand, and a twenty-some-kilo in the right hand!

They can do it!

After all this fuss, all the sorrow seems entirely gone, replaced by a happy atmosphere in the air.

Qin Yun chuckled: "Luckily we can stay a few more days and we drove here."

"Yeah." He Kuang sighed as well: "I don’t even know how they’ll get through security... can this stuff get through security?"

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