The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 148

The girl swallowed hard: "I...I don't have any money!"

"Oh, I see!" Aunt Zhang looked at her longing eyes and felt a pang of sympathy. She picked up a steamed bun and handed it to her. "Here, have some!"

The girl reached out to take them, but for some reason, she pulled back: "I...I want three..."

"Huh?" Aunt Zhang was a little displeased. This girl looked innocent and cute, but how could she be so greedy!

The girl raised her face: "Auntie, do you need a lot of water? Do you need to chop firewood? Do you need to wash vegetables? I can do anything, in exchange for three of your steamed buns, okay?"

Aunt Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Then, go and sweep the area in front of the door clean. The broom is in the corner."

She walked to the window and pointed it out to the girl. But she saw that there was another person standing next to the girl.

He was a handsome and elegant young man, dressed in an apricot-colored robe, loosely bound with a sash that accentuated his slender waist and graceful figure. His face was like jade, his thin, vermilion lips curved slightly in a gentle, almost tender smile. His eyes, like stars in the dark night, seemed unfathomable, yet also so clear as to be utterly devoid of light.

Aunt Zhang was stunned. Who was this arrogant young man?

The girl had already run to pick up a broom and started sweeping. A huge, fat spotted pig kept squeezing around at her feet, and as she swept, she also started slapping the pig's rump with the broom.

She scribbled haphazardly, not only failing to sweep the floor properly but also kicking up dust everywhere. Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh, "This child is really no good at housework!"

"Alright, alright! That's enough!" Aunt Zhang hurriedly stopped her.

The girl immediately dropped her broom and ran over, her dirty face beaming with a smile, reaching out her hand to Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang smiled, went back into the room, took out three steamed buns, wrapped them in lotus leaves, and placed them in those small, dirty hands.

The girl cheered, clutching a steamed bun in one hand and tugging at the sleeve of the young man in yellow with the other: "Brother Liuyue, let's eat steamed buns!"

The young master followed obediently behind her, being led by her towards the shade under the tree, while the big, fat pig waddled along behind them.

Aunt Zhang watched from afar and finally understood why the girl wanted three steamed buns.

The young woman pulled the young man in yellow to sit on a rock under a tree. She wiped her hands on her clothes, then opened her lotus leaf pouch and took out a bun, handing it to the young man. He took it but didn't eat it immediately; instead, he gazed at her with a gentle smile.

The girl picked up the second bun, took a big bite, chewed a few times, and smiled broadly: "It's delicious! Brother Liuyue, you should have some too!"

The young man then brought the bun to his mouth, opened his lips, and slowly took a bite.

The big spotted pig kept swatting at the girl's legs with its snout. The girl deliberately teased it until it spun around in circles before throwing it the last bun, which the pig swallowed in one gulp.

The girl finished her steamed bun, licked her lips with her little tongue, rubbed her stomach, and frowned: "I'm not full! Brother Liu Yue, how about you?"

The young man looked up at her, said nothing, and continued to smile faintly.

The girl seemed used to this situation, answering her own question, "Of course you're not full either! Well then—let's go find something else to eat!"

He glanced at the six free-range chickens nearby, said "It's so hot," took off his greasy, twisted coat, held it in his right hand, grabbed the yellow-clad gentleman's sleeve with his left hand, and got up to leave.

As he passed by the chickens, he casually waved his coat in his right hand, then rolled it up and hugged it to his chest—and suddenly there were five chickens on the ground!

The young girl, clutching the clothes, pulled the young man in yellow along as they hurried out of the town. To avoid people, they took small paths. After a quarter of an hour, seeing that they were far from the town, she stopped and said with a smile, "This is it!"

He untied the cloth bag from his arms, revealing a little hen with its neck broken.

She walked to a nearby shallow stream, deftly plucked the feathers, gutted the chicken, cleaned it, took some seasoning from her pocket, rubbed it on, then skewered it with branches, gathered some dry twigs and yellow leaves, lit a fire, and hung the chicken on the fire to roast.

While she was busy, the spotted pig happily jumped into the stream, splashing water everywhere. The young man in yellow stayed close to her side, his gentle smile unchanged, not even a slight curve to his lips.

The girl seemed to have gotten used to his "idleness" and sat down by the fire, with the young man sitting right next to her.

The girl seemed to be turning the roast chicken while glancing at the young man, staring at his unchanging smile and clear, honest eyes. She sighed deeply, touched his face, and said sadly, "Brother Liuyue, how did you become like this?"

This expert chicken thief is none other than Zhu Huihui.

She couldn't understand it at all. She clearly tasted her blood that day, and she clearly touched his skin and froze before leaving in tears. So why did Brother Liuyue come back to life?

That night, she and Huahua spent the night in a dilapidated house. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly felt someone watching her. She sat up, opened her eyes, and was nearly scared to death—

Brother Liu Yue sat beside her, quietly gazing at her. Moonlight streamed through the window onto his handsome face, his smile radiant and gentle.

At that moment, her first thought was that Liu Yue's ghost had come to seek revenge! But seeing the shadow on the ground, she dismissed the idea; then, a second thought arose in her mind—Liu Yue had become a zombie!

She immediately thought of folk remedies for dealing with zombies: glutinous rice, garlic, peach wood swords, Bagua mirrors, black dog blood... Unfortunately, besides her thick-skinned Hua Hua, she had nothing else.

In desperation, she used the simplest trick—she'd heard that zombies could pinpoint a person's location by their breathing, so if she held her breath, it wouldn't be able to find her!

Zhu Huihui immediately shut her mouth, pinched her nose, kicked the fast-sleeping Hua Hua awake, then jumped up and ran out the door.

He ran for five or six miles before stopping to catch his breath, only to see Liu Yue standing close behind him like a ghost.

She immediately tried to escape again, but no matter how fast she ran, Liu Yue floated like the wind, her figure always within three feet of her.

That night, Zhu Huihui didn't dare do anything but run away. But in the end, not only was Hua Hua exhausted, but she herself couldn't take it anymore. The two of them, one human and one pig, were so tired that they vomited blood, while Liu Yue still followed behind them calmly, with a gentle smile on her face.

Zhu Huihui had given up. She lay down on the ground, thinking, "Whatever, I only took your life. You can bite me all you want!" She stretched her neck and brought it close to Liu Yue's mouth, when suddenly an idea struck her—it's better to bite first than to bite later. Why not bite him first?

She glanced at Liu Yue's neck, and slowly brought her mouth closer with ill intent. Her lips touched his skin, and just as she was about to open her mouth, she felt something was wrong—Liu Yue's skin was warm!

She paused, then placed her hand over Liu Yue's mouth and nose, feeling his warm breath that tickled her palm. She immediately withdrew her hand, moving it downwards until it stopped on his chest, where she felt his clear and steady heartbeat.

He's breathing, he has a heartbeat. Damn! Brother Liu Yue isn't a zombie! Look how scared XX is!

Zhu Huihui was overjoyed, but at the same time she felt ashamed of herself: she could harm people and still not die, was there anyone in the world more useless than herself?

"Brother Liu Yue, you...you're not dead...that's...that's wonderful..."

Liu Yue simply looked at her calmly, without saying a word.