Double Box Record

Chapitre 61

Yichun looked at them both, puzzled: "Earthworms are the best bait, or fish worms will do too. Didn't you use these as bait before?"

Shu Jun looked at the wriggling earthworms with disgust. When Yi Chun handed one of them to him, he quickly turned his body away to avoid it, his face turning unusually green.

Seeing his expression, Yichun couldn't help but chuckle: "You're such a grown man, are you still afraid of earthworms?"

Shu Jun has always been fearless and free-spirited, yet this guy is afraid of tiny earthworms, which is both funny and exasperating. He even pretended, "I'm not afraid, it's just that they're disgusting, and I don't want to touch them."

Yichun deliberately shoved the fattest earthworm into his hand, and watched as he jumped up and disappeared in a flash. She couldn't help but burst into laughter.

When Shu Jun returned with a green face, Little Pumpkin had already rowed the boat to the other side of the lake to exchange silver for rice and oil.

Yichun sat on a blue stone on the bank, fishing earnestly with her fishing rod in hand. The sunlight gilded her delicate and soft figure, and a few strands of messy hair on her head seemed to have turned pale gold as well, swaying in the wind and making him feel a little itchy.

He walked over and sat down quietly, saying in a low voice, "Hey, you're not a good teacher. The student is just starting out; you need to be patient."

Yichun handed him the fishing rod with a smile, holding the rod with one hand and his hand with the other, and taught him with undivided attention: "Keep your wrist steady, don't keep shaking it, otherwise you won't feel the fish coming. Fishing is all about concentration and patience, you can't do it if you're not patient."

I'm sorry, she may be a good teacher, but the student is not a good student. He barely heard a word she said.

All I could see was the graceful curve of her jawline, the straightness of her nose in profile, and her trembling eyelashes that seemed to hold a chilling light within them. She wore no perfume, her hair had a refreshing soapy scent, and there was a faint trace of sweat on her neck—far from being unpleasant, it was rather captivating.

I want to devour her whole, leaving not even bones behind.

Do I really like her? Shu Jun asked himself.

He wasn't really sure what this feeling was; he just had an impulse to get closer to her, closer and closer still. It wasn't time to let go, it wasn't time to leave; he was even greedy, always feeling like it wasn't enough.

Sometimes when I think of her, my heart aches slightly, a ache that is both painful and pleasant.

Sometimes when I dream of her, I feel incredibly comfortable, yet at the same time, I feel a bittersweet ache.

I don't know if it's love, but this is the first time in my life I've felt this way about a woman.

An unusual and intense impulse that is unrelated to the body yet closely connected to it.

She whispered in her ear, "Coming! Pull it quickly!"

Shu Jun instinctively pulled the fishing rod upwards with too much force, and a fat fish was hooked on the hook. It twisted its tail and drew an arc in the air, water droplets falling all over their faces.

Yichun's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Not bad! You succeeded on your first try! You're really amazing!"

The water droplets on her face were crystal clear, like crystals, and the refracted light stung his eyes. As if afraid of the pain, he closed his eyes slightly and then opened them again.

She's dangerous, but even if she understood that, it wouldn't matter. It was completely useless.

"Thank you for your excellent teaching, teacher." He smiled insincerely and wiped the water off her face with his sleeve.

Three Chapters

Shu Jun is a very interesting person.

Even though there's nothing much to do when you're with him, just eating and sleeping, he has a knack for making life less mundane and boring.

A few days ago, he became obsessed with making fishing rods. Every day, he would take Yichun to the mountains to find suitable thin bamboo and take a stroll around the Immortal Cave of Doushuai Lingyan. The two of them searched for immortals in the cave but to no avail.

Two days later, he suddenly had another idea to make Go stones out of wood. He stuffed a lot of scrap wood into the cabin and made dozens of wooden Go stones. Yichun then rounded them up and the two of them used them as marbles to gamble on who would win.

Lately, Yichun and I seem to have become obsessed with cooking.

Little Pumpkin's hometown is Wuxi, where people from the Jiangnan region tend to cook with a light flavor and like to add sugar. Yichun is from Hunan and doesn't like this kind of taste, so she thought about making something herself.

Little Pumpkin's face fell when she saw that she was going to cook. She pouted and said, "Last time at Master's villa, Sister almost burned down the kitchen while making braised chicken. Now that we're traveling, we rely on this boat for waterways. If Sister burns it down again, are we going to have to swim across Dongjiang Lake?"

Yichun quickly sliced the radish with a kitchen knife, repeatedly assuring him, "I'll be careful this time, I definitely won't burn it!"

As they were talking, Shu Jun walked over while munching on a peach, glanced casually at the vegetables Yi Chun had chopped, and said rather bluntly, "Your knife skills need more practice."

The shredded radish was cut into uneven lengths and thicknesses, the pork pieces were of varying sizes and odd shapes, and there was even a fish with its scales still attached, which was about to be stir-fried in hot oil.

Yichun tossed him the kitchen knife: "Stop talking big, you try it."

Shu Jun actually rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, picking up the freshly washed white radish and peeling it. By the time he finished peeling, the radish, which was as thick as his arm, was barely thicker than his finger.

Little Pumpkin frowned and bared his teeth. After all, he was his master, and he had to give him some face in front of Yichun. So he could only nod and say, "It's... quite clean."

Little did they know that this compliment would cause trouble. The two troublemakers then took over the small stove and wouldn't let go of it, putting in all sorts of strange combinations. Radishes that were originally meant to be paired with meat were now braised with fish, and cucumbers cut into chunks were stewed with meat until they were mushy and looked like snot. In the end, when they couldn't find anything to make soup, Shu Jun simply took out two peaches from his pocket, sliced them, and casually tossed them into the water to boil, making a makeshift fruit soup.

Only the kind-hearted Yichun got a bite of that meal before Shu Jun threw her directly into the lake.

While waiting for Little Pumpkin to come back from grocery shopping and cook, thankfully there were peaches to eat. The two sat cross-legged on a large blue stone by the shore, engrossed in eating peaches. Yichun said, "Luckily, we have Little Pumpkin. If someone as particular as you didn't have him by your side, who knows what would have happened to you."

Shu Jun finished his peach early, tossed the pit far away, and it took a long time for it to fall into the lake. He didn't speak, but just stared at the half-eaten peach in Yi Chun's hand.

Yichun felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and slowly raised her hand: "...Want some?"

He said casually, "Ah, your peaches seem to be bigger and redder than mine."

After saying that, he lowered his head and took her hand, nibbling at the half-bitten mark on her fingers. The peach juice was plentiful, dripping down her fingers, and Yi Chun felt a tingling sensation in her little finger, only to have it licked twice by him.

She jolted violently, the peach rolled out of her hand, and he caught it and devoured it in a few bites.

"Hmm, it really is sweet." He raised his eyelashes and smiled at her, his expression pure and kind, showing no sign of anything amiss.

That smile was more dazzling than the sunlight, and Yichun couldn't help but squint to avoid its sharpness.

"I'm going to wash my hands," she said casually, and jumped off the rock.

When I returned, Shu Jun was leaning against a tree, head down, carving a piece of wood with a knife. His fingers were long and nimble, and in no time the wood was carved into a rough shape, like a Guanyin statue.