Although Luan Yenan didn't say it, Zuo Baixuan knew that this family was probably related to her by blood. But this made her a little uneasy, but she tightened her grip on Luan Yenan's hand and slowly nodded.
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Chapter 92
Facing a "relative" she had never met before gave Zuo Baixuan a strange feeling. They were related by blood, but emotionally they were strangers.
Luan Yenan had already told Zuo Baixuan the basic situation while they were in the car.
This family all share the surname Yang.
The elder in the family is Zuo Baixuan's maternal grandmother's cousin.
The two got off the car.
An older woman was seen helping an elderly woman stand at the entrance of a country villa. When they saw Zuo Baixuan and Luan Yenan, their faces lit up with smiles.
"The two little girls are so pretty," Aunt Yang said with a smile.
Grandma Yang couldn't see clearly, so she squinted anxiously, hunched her back, and took two steps forward until she grasped Luan Yenan's arm, calling out, "You're here? You're here?"
"They're here, ma'am. I'm Luan Yenan, the one who called you. This is Zuo Baixuan," Luan Yenan introduced.
Grandma Yang seemed not to hear him, but she grabbed Luan Yenan's hand and shook it vigorously.
After praising her beauty, she rambled on in a way that Luan Yenan couldn't understand.
Aunt Yang said with a smile, "My mother is getting old, she can't hear clearly, and she can't recognize people anymore. But she is really happy that you can come back. Come, come, come in and sit down."
“We brought gifts, they’re still in the car,” Luan Yenan said.
"Why bring any gifts? No rush. Come in and sit down. We can have dinner now." Aunt Yang was a very kind person. She smiled and led the way, welcoming the two girls into the courtyard.
The villa is four stories high and uses a typical architectural style that combines European and rural elements. Although the courtyard is paved with cement, there are many potted plants in the courtyard.
Grandma Yang kept nagging Luan Yenan, but Luan Yenan couldn't understand a word and could only turn to Zuo Baixuan for help.
Zuo Baixuan, still in a daze, relaxed and laughed when Luan Yenan glanced at her.
This was the first time she had ever seen Luan Yenan show such a needy expression.
Luan Yenan was adept at dealing with the stubborn Luan Lizheng, but she was no match for the old lady who was hard of hearing and seeing but full of enthusiasm and chattering in her dialect.
Zuo Baixuan whispered, "Grandma is probably talking about things from the past; I can only understand bits and pieces."
Aunt Yang gestured for them to sit down and said with a smile, "Yes, we were talking about things from the past, things from when my mother was very young. We're all tired of hearing about them, so just listen casually. You'll be staying upstairs tonight. The younger members of our family are all out working and not home. We occasionally rent out our house as a guesthouse during peak tourist season, so everything is fully furnished and has been disinfected. You can stay here with peace of mind. Dinner and breakfast will be prepared for you."
"That would be too much trouble for you... Auntie." Zuo Baixuan chose a form of address.
Aunt Yang nodded.
She knew about her relationship with Zuo Baixuan and what Zuo Baixuan had been through, but she greeted her warmly as if she were a distant relative: "It's alright, it's alright, I'm actually happy. The old lady hasn't been this energetic in a long time. I was worried that you wouldn't be used to living in our self-built house."
"No, that's good." Luan Yenan nodded.
"Let's have dinner first, and then get some rest. There's someone who's going to clean the cemetery on the mountain tomorrow morning, I'll have him show you the way." Aunt Yang said, turning to go to the kitchen to get the dishes.
Luan Yenan was worried that Zuo Baixuan would be sad, so he looked at Zuo Baixuan immediately.
Zuo Baixuan smiled at her.
Actually, Aunt Yang's very ordinary and unassuming attitude in receiving her and her casual conversation about tomb sweeping made her feel more relaxed.
...
After dinner, we listened to Grandma Yang ramble on for a while longer. Eventually, Grandma Yang couldn't keep up with her biological clock and went inside to sleep.
Aunt Yang smiled and apologized to the young couple, telling them to go back to their room and rest early, while she escorted her mother back to her room.
Luan Yenan had originally intended to take Zuo Baixuan for a walk around the village, but the streetlights were not working and there were hardly any people around, so he gave up the idea and went upstairs to the room that had been arranged for him.
After taking a shower, Zuo Baixuan stood on the balcony, looking at the night sky covered by clouds.
She exhaled, a deep sadness welling up inside her.
She placed her hands on her chest, even though she had been in a pretty good mood these past few days, apart from some anxiety about the unknown environment.
But the emotions that had been suppressed in my heart finally surfaced on the eve of seeing my mother's gravestone.
Splash—
The bathroom sliding door in the room was opened.
Luan Yenan came out after taking a shower.
Worried that her pheromones would reveal her feelings, and concerned for Luan Yennan, Zuo Baixuan hurriedly pushed open the door and went onto the balcony: "Won't it rain tomorrow?"
"The weather forecast says no." Luan Yennan walked behind Zuo Baixuan and covered her with a blanket. "Don't catch a cold standing on the balcony dressed so lightly."
Hearing Luan Yenan's concern, Zuo Baixuan clutched the blanket in her hand and leaned back.
Luan Yenan felt a slight chill on her body. She turned around and saw that Luan Yenan was wearing a nightgown with no covering up at all. She quickly pushed her back into the room and closed the balcony door tightly.
"You're always criticizing me. Who's wearing less clothing? You're the one who's going to catch a cold." Zuo Baixuan draped the blanket over Dao Luan Ye Nan.
Luan Yenan hugged Zuo Baixuan: "Because I'm getting ready to sleep, do you want to sleep with me?"
Zuo Baixuan was used to this intimacy. Just being wrapped around the soft flesh around her waist made her weak. She looked up at Luan Yenan, whose eyes were filled with a gentle light.
She lowered her head to Luan Yenan's chest, her lips pressed against his collarbone, and whispered, "We have to get up early tomorrow."
Luan Yenan found Zuo Baixuan's reaction amusing.
Was he saying this to himself or to her?
This little white flower started to cause trouble in secret.
Luan Yenan pressed his face against Zuo Baixuan's forehead: "Yes, we need to get up early, so go to bed early."
The two of them released their strength at the same time and fell to their sides on the bed.
The bed creaked in protest.
It seems this house is a self-built villa, and even the bed is a wooden bed made by the owner.
The two of them lay frozen on the bed, afraid that if they moved again, the bed would fall apart. Then, even if they hadn't done anything, they wouldn't be able to explain themselves.
Luan Yenan looked down at Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan also cautiously looked up.
Then the two of them laughed at the same time.
"Let's just sleep quietly, otherwise if this bed collapses, I don't know what Lingdan will imagine when I tell her," Zuo Baixuan whispered in Luan Yennan's ear, as if afraid of disturbing the bed.
Luan Yenan, however, became interested and turned over, the wooden plank beneath him creaking as he looked at her with lust in his eyes: "Why should we tell her? If we don't tell her, even if we break the bed, no one will know."
Zuo Baixuan's ears turned red instantly, and she quickly grabbed Luan Yenan's hand to stop her from causing trouble: "If this bed collapses, Auntie will definitely find out. Will I still be able to come back to sweep the graves in the future?"
"But it's so much fun to sway back and forth like that." Luan Yenan licked Zuo Baixuan's bright red ears.
Zuo Baixuan tensed up and hurriedly said, "Will you still come with me to sweep the graves in the future? Humph... um... don't be silly."
Clearly, these words were not enough to shake Luan Yenan's resolve.
Hearing the protests of the wooden plank beneath her, Zuo Baixuan was like a rabbit trying to escape a hunter's pursuit, running in a panic.
"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, after we leave here... go home... buy a waterbed... that one wobbles too."
Also Akira...
Why would someone say something like that...?
Luan Yenan stared at Zuo Baixuan for a while before gradually smiling. She lowered her head and gently kissed Zuo Baixuan's forehead: "Okay, deal. You can get a good night's sleep tonight."
Zuo Baixuan was pulled into the quilt, her body immediately covered by the coolness, but it quickly turned into warmth.
Zuo Baixuan breathed a sigh of relief and then glared at Luan Yennan: "You... capitalist, you never lose out in a deal."
Luan Yenan smiled and silenced Zuo Baixuan with a kiss.
Zuo Baixuan quickly shrank into the quilt, lest Luan Yenan regret even this small act of conscience.
Luan Yenan watched as Zuo Baixuan gradually forgot her sadness and relaxed in his arms before closing his eyes and falling asleep with her.
...
The next morning, Aunt Yang came to knock on the door.
Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan were already dressed.
Because we had to attend a celebration banquet in the city that evening and needed to travel, we packed our luggage and delivered the gifts to Aunt Yang and Grandma Yang on the way, and made an appointment to visit each other every year.
Aunt Yang agreed, and Grandma Yang also held Luan Yennan's hand reluctantly, speaking in dialect, probably praising Luan Yennan for being beautiful and looking like her cousin.
Whether these words are true or false is for the listener to judge for themselves.
Everyone said goodbye with smiles.
Luan Yenan and Zuo Baixuan got into the car and followed the village tomb sweeper's electric cart all the way to the foot of a small hill, a ten-minute drive away.
"It's sunny today, you'll definitely be busy sweeping the tombs, it'll be scorching hot if you wait too long, find a shady spot to stop." The young man sweeping the tombs spoke with a slight local accent, but it was perfectly understandable.
Luan Yenan then stopped at a shady spot, just as the young man had suggested.
Zuo Baixuan looked at the sky with concern: "It'll definitely be hot down here. Shall we put the sunshade that the rental car gave us on as well?"
Luan Yenan glanced at Zuo Baixuan.
Although Xiaobaihua didn't say it, you could tell from her current listless appearance that she wasn't ready yet.
Luan Yenan then went to the trunk, took out the sun visor, and covered all the glass before glancing at Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan was already prepared, so she got off the bus early and apologized to the driver, "Thank you for waiting."