After the chat, Tan Wenbin comforted Zhou Yunyun to lie down and walked out of the west room, casually pulling out a set of clothes from Chen Lin's open suitcase without her noticing.
Lin Shuyou had just finished farm work and was standing by the well, washing the mud and blood off his body.
Chen Lin stood nearby and said, "Take off your clothes, I'll help you wash them."
Lin Shuyou shook his head, "No need."
Tan Wenbin handed the clothes to Chen Lin.
"Thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome." Tan Wenbin was worried that if Chen Lin went inside wearing bloodstained clothes, she might scare Zhou Yunyun.
Chen Lin took the clothes, unsure where to change.
Tan Wenbin pointed to the house, "The red coffin, wake up the person inside, then you can lie in there and change."
"Is that... okay?"
"No problem, she's a light sleeper."
Chen Lin went inside.
Tan Wenbin pulled out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and while lighting it said, "I found out, it's the Lu family, their background is not clean. In a few days, I'll take some time to wipe them out."
During the phone call, Zhao Yi mentioned the Lu family and pointed this out, but sometimes in the Jianghu, doing shady things doesn't matter as long as you don't cross the wrong people.
Lin Shuyou: "I'm sorry, Brother Bin, I didn't handle it well, making everyone run around."
Tan Wenbin: "What are you talking about? Exorcising evil and upholding righteousness are our responsibilities."
Exhaling a smoke ring, Tan Wenbin asked, "You couldn't accept Chen Lin during the day, what about now, how do you feel?"
Lin Shuyou murmured, "She's quite dumb."
At that moment, Chen Lin came out, dressed in her usual rock attire, but her pitiable aura remained.
Yin Meng stood at the door with her arms crossed.
She was quite angry; you were busy matchmaking, and she ended up being kicked out of the room into the coffin, and still couldn't lie comfortably.
Tan Wenbin first gave Yin Meng an apologetic smile, then asked Chen Lin, who was holding dirty clothes and walking over again, "Is this your Yin side?"
"Yes."
"And how long can you maintain your Yin side?"
"I can maintain it indefinitely, but the Yin side easily attracts karma."
"Then don't switch back until we leave Nantong."
Chen Lin looked at Lin Shuyou's back, nodded, "Okay."
"Another thing, don't tell Yunyun about us."
"I understand, I see you care for her deeply."
"You sound much better now than during the day."
Which one is the real you?
...
"The Yin side one."
There weren't enough coffins below, so Tan Wenbin slept here last night.
At the crack of dawn, he sensed Alii coming upstairs and entering the room. After a while, Brother Xiao Yuan got up and came out.
He reported last night's events to Brother Xiao Yuan, who answered his doubts.
"The Yang side is intentionally created to avoid karma. The Yang-side Chen Lin is somewhat extreme and untrue, like a mask."
"Is this a way of completing a personality?"
"Normally, everyone's second personality would be the opposite side of themselves."
In the kitchen below, Aunt Liu was preparing breakfast.
Zhou Yunyun could only help with small tasks like handing over bowls and pouring water, while Chen Lin smiled as she made buns and dumplings. Aunt Liu couldn't help but praise her for her dexterity.
At the kitchen door, Yin Meng's eyes nearly rolled to the sky.
Li Zhiyuan: "The child is still not disciplined enough."
Tan Wenbin: "After all, it's about life, not work. Sometimes life's matters need old traditions to push them along.
Really relying on Ah You's personal initiative, thrown into nature, he might render himself extinct.
His True Monarch lineage ultimately belongs to our Dragon King's Court."
Li Zhiyuan: "That last sentence didn't need to be said."
Tan Wenbin glanced at the old lady sitting below drinking tea.
Li Zhiyuan nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.
That was said intentionally for the old lady to hear, to let her know that Xiao Binzi has been tirelessly working for the revival of the Dragon King's Court.
Later on, he still had to go down to persuade the old lady to make clothes for Yunyun.
Li Zhiyuan frowned slightly, feeling that he was slow to react. He should have detected Tan Wenbin's intention behind those words immediately.
The young man pinched his fingers slightly, finding a broken array in his mind to complete, and the deduction speed remained fast.
Li Zhiyuan's brow then relaxed.
It's not that he was slow, but as his partners could accept the red line he offered without resistance, he now gradually no longer instinctively used his calculating and observant mind on those close to him.
This is a manifestation of a sense of security; he has begun to truly trust people.
"Breakfast!"
Aunt Liu called out happily.
Lin Shuyou climbed out of the coffin, couldn't find his rinsing cup, and when he walked to the well, he found the cup was already filled with water, with a toothbrush squeezed with toothpaste on top.
Yin Meng's voice came from behind, "Tsk tsk tsk, oh oh oh~"
After all, he was a well-matched opponent; Lin Shuyou wasn't afraid of Yin Meng and directly shouted to Run Sheng, who had just woken up:
"Run Sheng, I just found out today that you don't have to squeeze your own toothpaste!"
Run Sheng: "Did your hands become useless?"
Lin Shuyou: "..."
On the second-floor terrace, Li Zhiyuan walked into the room to call Alii down for breakfast.
Tan Wenbin stood at the door, looking through the screen door at Alii putting down the brush at the drawing desk.
For some reason, a strong urge to go in and see the painting surged within him.
Tan Wenbin found it strange himself; he wasn't one for highbrow art.
Li Zhiyuan took Alii's hand and came out, saying to Tan Wenbin, "Brother Binbin, let's go down for breakfast."
"Mm, okay." Tan Wenbin followed them downstairs.
On the desk in the room, the painting lay there, and Alii continued to complete it based on Li Zhiyuan's suggestions.
In addition to a private school, church, an old gentleman with a cane, and a foreign missionary, several modern buildings were added, representing elementary, middle, and high school.
The two children no longer frolicked freely and playfully on the grass but hung their heads low, listlessly heading inside.
Since they didn't obediently reincarnate into wealthy families and since they made their own choices, they must bear the corresponding consequences.
For instance, each of them was carrying a thick stack of books, the top one with a small yet clearly written title — "Chasing Faraway Secret Scroll."
