Fairy Sister

Liu Chang'an returned home in a peaceful and slightly pleasant mood.

For Liu Chang'an, the longest and most difficult thing in life was managing his mood, mindset, and state of mind. According to his most naive imagination, in the long river of time, he had seen many partings and deaths, and all walks of life. When he was in a state of detachment, like the King of the North, he would be transcendent and superior, his heart withered and gone, his spirit as desolate as ice and snow.

If that's the case, since everything in the world is uninteresting, and worldly affairs are just troubles, why not escape the world and stay in the most remote place in the world for thousands or tens of thousands of years, transcending worldly affairs like an immortal, untouched by any worldly dust? That would definitely be incredibly classy.

What's the difference between someone who's alive and an inanimate object?

People cultivate immortality because they believe that since lifespan is short, worldly affairs are nothing but fleeting clouds. They seek Longevity first, and after becoming immortals, they have a place to go. After the mortal chapter, they will have the immortal chapter, which is absolutely wonderful.

Liu Chang'an has indeed Longevity, but if he considers the mortal world to be fleeting and adopts the mindset that ordinary people imagine, where can he go next? This world doesn't have a celestial realm for him to ascend to. Is it meaningful to display one's transcendence in the mortal world as a god? Isn't that tiring? Isn't that foolish?

The vicissitudes of life—bitterness and joy, sorrow and happiness—are what make it truly wonderful. I envy not even the immortals, but only the loving couple. Do you understand?

Controlling one's mind and state of mind is far more difficult than thinking oneself to be detached from worldly desires, because this is truly defying the heavens and the river of time, stubbornly maintaining one's true self.

The first appropriate Tang Dynasty seven-character regulated verse:

The ancients have long since ridden the yellow crane away, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower behind.

The Yellow Crane has flown away, never to return; the white clouds drift aimlessly for a thousand years.

The trees of Qingchuan are beautiful, and the grasses of Parrot Island are lush.

Where is my hometown as the sun sets? The misty waves on the river fill me with sorrow.

Let him be the Yellow Crane Tower if he wants, let him be the Parrot Island if he wants, Liu Chang'an will just be one of the many tourists who have been bustling about for thousands of years.

Why not Du Fu's "Ascending the Heights"? Because everything is controversial; what you like is the best, and you won't change it even if it costs a thousand pieces of gold.

Liu Chang'an chose the life he likes; who wants to live the way you imagine?

Back home, Liu Chang'an practiced the "Seedling-Pulling Technique" under the sycamore tree, wondering if An Nuan had practiced her "Zhenwei Technique." Actually, Liu Chang'an didn't really care about girls' breasts; it was mainly An Nuan who cared a lot, always arguing with Bai Hui in front of Liu Chang'an. So he simply indulged her.

That's how women are. Giving them what they lack is the simplest thing to do. Otherwise, they'll keep arguing with you about anything. It's just that some girls care about material things, while others care about other things. There are many different kinds, and it's hard to put into words. After all, they are unpredictable creatures, like fairies.

At this moment, An Nuan sent a photo. A beautiful young girl was leaning against the flowers and plants on the balcony. The ivy covered the walls, and the jasmine was exuding fragrance. The cheongsam she wore accentuated her tall figure, and she was beginning to show signs of mature charm. Her curves were soft and smooth, like the swaying willow branches on the riverbank.

The most beautiful enjoyment, of course, comes from that incomparable beauty. To match the style of the cheongsam, the young girl lazily combs her hair into a bun, her calm and slightly shy expression mingling with the sunlight filtering through the leaves in the loose strands of hair, making one always want to sigh at the tranquility of time and the beauty of youth.

Even without filters, it's as beautiful as a poem or a painting; that's what An Nuan is all about.

"I wanted to come see you, but Mom wouldn't allow it. However, I wanted you to see the clothes I made, that I wasn't humiliated. Today I feel more confident than ever before, Liu Chang'an..."

The text message ended abruptly, as if it hadn't been finished.

"My mom just peeked at me, how annoying!"

I'll wear it for you when I have the chance.

Undoubtedly, An Nuan was in a good mood and was about to send an emotionally charged text message when she was interrupted by someone's furtive glance, making it difficult for her to continue naturally.

Girls value atmosphere, mood, and a sense of ritual, rather than saying or doing whatever they want.

Liu Chang'an was the kind of person who said what he wanted and did what he wanted. He continued practicing his Seedling-Pulling Technique, and even went to his room to pinch his face. He always felt that his face from the Republican era was more suited to a cheongsam... Or perhaps it was because of Ye Sijin. Seeing a cheongsam reminded him of Ye Sijin and what he looked like back then.

He adjusted it back. After living for so long, he couldn't always have the same name and the same face. His current social status and appearance were quite good.

As Liu Chang'an stepped out of the room, he received two more photos. One was the original photo of An Nuan, and the other was taken in the same place, with similar lighting and angles, but the person was different.

"Aren't you afraid of tearing the clothes?" Liu Chang'an really didn't expect that. Fortunately, the fabric of the clothes was elastic, and the woman's waist was slender without the bloated lower limbs that are common in mature women.

But she really is beautiful too. Compared to An Nuan, she has a completely different style. Like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each has its own strengths. The woman's features are like a painting. Her eyebrows are as gentle as distant mountains. Her slightly parted lips have a hint of naivety that is rare for her age. Her fingers are lazily placed in front of her lower abdomen. The lazy charm and maturity that she exudes are like pomegranates in October.

Who looks better dressed?

"You dressed very youthfully, gently and beautifully; your sister dressed more maturely, charmingly and elegantly."

"Hehe, that's my mom!"

"Hehe, stop joking."

"I'm not kidding you. Haven't you always wanted to know what my mom looks like? Well, I'll show you today."

"Surprised that someone of the past had ascended to immortality, I now know that fairies still exist in this world."

"What? The first line is from 'Passing Magu Mountain in NC County,' the rest you made up."

"They're saying you look like a fairy."

"Oh... I just realized, thank you."

"They're just a bit tight."

"I've gained weight recently... hehe!"

I'm talking about your mom.

Oh... goodbye.

Look, how lovely are the women of this world! What is there to forget? Liu Chang'an thought to himself as he performed the Seedling-Pulling Technique, wondering what to eat for dinner tonight.

The cured pork was all eaten by Zhou Dongdong last time, and the goose was also finished in one meal. Only the soup was left, which was used to make noodles. I've been eating a lot of meat lately, and I'm now more willing to add eggs and meat to my various soups and noodles.

We won't eat loach for now. Even Zhou Dongdong didn't want to eat fried loach because she was craving it. She's still diligently raising it. If we really ate it, I'm afraid she'd eat three bowls and then inevitably end up crying and wiping her tears and snot with Liu Chang'an's clothes and towel. That would be unacceptable.

Although Zhou Dongdong is a foolish child, she has some merits compared to other children. For example, she delivers soy milk to Liu Chang'an without fail, rain or shine. Most children can do this for a few days with enthusiasm, but few can persist in getting up early and leaving their beds like this.

Zhou Dongdong feeds the loaches rain or shine, working tirelessly and without complaint.

Finally, Liu Chang'an decided to eat green peppers with yellow tofu. He went to the tofu stall, bought two pieces of tofu, and came back to find an official document delivered by EMS.