Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1186 - 1160. It’s going to snow [Emotional Drama]

The surroundings are filled with a warm strawberry sweetness, while the clear scent of lemon blossom is tantalizingly close.

Drops of water on the plastic due to the temperature difference slowly slide down, merging with another droplet, leaving a trail in the misty fog.

Lun Chuan’s kiss was fleeting, as he gazed intently at Song Tan, as if only to confirm the attachment in his heart.

Yet his arms, radiating heat even through the fabric, firmly held her shoulders, as if fearing she might collapse from her crouching position.

As if afraid she would leave.

Until Song Tan opened her eyes.

Her eyes are beautiful, almond-shaped, dark and bright, looking at people with a casual air yet seeming to see through everything.

During that snowfall in the Imperial City, Lun Chuan saw her for the first time and still remembered the snow gently trembling on her lashes. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

When she smiled and greeted him, the dim street lights and swirling snow couldn’t hide her effortlessly graceful presence.

So much that he felt a sudden, unknown heartbeat.

Making it seem like it wasn’t the first meeting, yet he quickly began to look forward to the next one. No one knew that when he hurriedly packed food at home, his hand trembled slightly while pressing the elevator button.

Luckily, he caught up.

Luckily, she hadn’t left yet.

Also luckily, when he was still hesitating, Song Tan was already able to calmly grasp his heart.

And now, as Song Tan met his awkward and slightly trembling eyes, she couldn’t help but reach out to touch the scar beside his ear, and then softly said:

"Are you so reluctant?"

As soon as the words left her lips, Lun Chuan moved forward again, capturing her lips.

Outside the wind howled, faintly audible were the sounds of tiny particles hitting the canopy, bouncing chaotically yet joyfully. Like him, after growing for many years, finally finding a heart of attachment and belonging.

...

Qiaoqiao was pulled back by Wu Lan to put on a hat, then reluctantly walked towards the greenhouse while excitedly shouting:

"Sister, it’s going to snow! Mom wants you to hurry and pick—"

In the next moment, when there was no one around, he quickly took off his hat, feeling the coarse salt-like snow seeds softly sprinkle down, cold and cool, making him even more cheerful.

But...

His sister didn’t answer him.

Qiaoqiao felt puzzled for a moment, just about to reach out to lift the greenhouse curtain, when Song Tan emerged first.

The warmth inside must have been intense, as her face was flushed.

And the handsome brother followed closely, his cheeks to the roots of his ears were red! Even the rims of his eyes were slightly teary.

Qiaoqiao was a bit puzzled: "Was it too hot inside?"

Yet Song Tan did not answer him, only extended her hand to feel the falling snow seeds and turned to Lun Chuan to say: "We must leave early, otherwise if it snows a bit longer, the road will become slippery."

Lun Chuan nodded silently, his voice low: "Yes, the forecast says there will be heavy snow next, that’s why we decided to leave today."

Speaking, he casually took Qiaoqiao’s hat and put it back on his head: "Don’t catch a cold."

Qiaoqiao replied with an "oh," carefully observing the two, feeling that something was odd. After a while, he suddenly reacted:

"Sister, weren’t you picking strawberries? Where are the strawberries?"

Song Tan’s steps instantly halted.

...

Back at the courtyard, everyone’s movements certainly sped up, and Master Jiang also came down from the mountain, working in the kitchen with the Seventh Uncle.

Even Qiaoqiao rushed in to lend a hand.

Wu Lan was searching boxes and cabinets for things at home, sighing: "Why did it suddenly start snowing? Should the car be fine on the road later? If not, stay a few more days before leaving..."

Song Sancheng, who was rummaging for wine bottles in the warehouse, comforted: "It’s fine, the snow seeds are sparse, they’ll melt soon on the ground... Xiaolun is coming back next year, give him more packaged food, it’s good for New Year gifts too."

But Lun Chuan came inside, feeling at ease in his heart, he instead persuaded: "Uncle, Aunt, there’s no need to bring so much, I can’t eat that much on my own."

"What do you youngsters know." Wu Lan didn’t even look at him:

"You’ve lived in the Imperial City for so many years, surely you have some good friends or close ones. Nowadays, money is not an issue, people don’t really care much about what they eat and use, but our own home-grown stuff is quite appealing. Pack more for you, take it back and gradually give it away..."

"Exactly," Song Sancheng also shared his not-so-successful experience: "You all earn money now, don’t think about the price when gifting things. You’re coming to our village, don’t forget those who’ve helped you before."

Lun Chuan remained silent, only after a long time did he gently acknowledge with an "mm."

Qin Yun, to mention a few, followed behind to do chores, also heard these words. After Lun Chuan left, he couldn’t help but sigh, looking at the bustling courtyard, he spoke softly:

"Chuan Er, although I feel you’re a bit of a romantic, the Song Family is truly wonderful."

"You really hit the jackpot this time... cherish it well, the brothers are still waiting to benefit from you."

Lun Chuan looked at the ground gradually soaked by snow, responded lightly: "Mm."

...

As the snowflakes fall one by one, the cars gradually drive away. Wu Lan feeling slightly melancholy at the suddenly empty courtyard:

"Not many people left, yet why does it feel still empty?"

"Exactly." Song Sancheng also said: "Professor Song, if you have no plans for New Year, why don’t you bring the kids over to celebrate with us?"

"In the countryside, we care about having more people, it’s lively."

"And Master Jiang, previously you said your daughter would come, why hasn’t she? I can fetch her."

Master Jiang and Du Mei exchanged a bitter smile.

What to say? Who doesn’t want to celebrate here!

But living in society, there are always unavoidable social connections, acquaintances. Rarely do people gather outside New Year, they must maintain those connections!

Calculating it out, by New Year, there might really be only a few left at Lao Song’s family.

And the Seventh Uncle patted Qiaoqiao on the shoulder:

"Lots of minor affairs lately, your cooking skills haven’t slackened, have they? You must practice well, you might have to take charge of the New Year’s Eve dinner at home."

"Huh?" Qiaoqiao looked at him blankly: "Seventh Uncle, you’re not celebrating New Year with us?"

"No," Seventh Uncle sighed: "My son will be back for New Year, bringing grandchildren."

"Whether they are close to me or not, it’s the first time I’m meeting them as a grandfather, I must do what’s necessary."

Speaking, Seventh Uncle looked at Qiaoqiao with relief: "Don’t worry, just cook the dishes you like, feel free."

Qiaoqiao was a bit daft, but when learning something he was attentive and quick, after half a year his skills were indeed decent.

Just imagine, people have their children around enjoying family bliss, while here his son returns only once in decades...

Tch!

The Lao Song’s family really makes one’s eyes tear up!

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