The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 126 - 104

Lan Tian didn’t say much else; whatever Zhou Yuwei thinks is her business, Lan Tian can’t control it.

"..." Zhou Yuwei laughed dryly, such bullshit about maintaining the military image, such bullshit about being careful around female comrades. This woman doesn’t look old, but she speaks shamelessly. She was hugging and being all lovey-dovey with Mo Junhua in public, so why wasn’t she careful then? Why didn’t she maintain the image of the military?

A woman from the countryside, what’s the use of just having a pretty face? Her head’s filled with straw, good for nothing, what worthwhile things can she talk about with a man? Serving others with her looks, one would get tired of that over time. Zhou Yuwei has seen enough such men throughout her life.

Casting a critical glance at Lan Tian from the corner of her eyes, dressed in a sky-blue long-sleeved dress with a boat neckline exposing her delicate collarbone, wearing an off-white fine-mesh shawl with bell-shaped cuffs, the dress reaching the mid-calf, showing a small segment of her porcelain white legs, her long hair draped over her shoulders, black as pearls, smooth as satin.

The more Zhou Yuwei looked, the more resentful she felt in her heart. Such a coquettishly dressed girl is definitely not proper; she surely has an indecent lifestyle in private, Junhua must have been deceived by her appearance.

The other passengers in the carriage had finished eating and returned, and those who had gone for a stroll came back too.

Just having had their meal and unable to sleep, all of them young and restless, optimistic and bold, starting conversations with people nearby, chatting away, gradually engaging in more lively conversations.

They talked about everything from all corners of the earth, local customs, interesting stories, work, life, studies, and some nasty experiences they encountered, making the other two girls giggle non-stop. Seeing the girls laugh, the guys got even more excited.

Lan Tian listened along, a faint smile on her lips, her expression serene.

Zhou Yuwei heard and sneered coldly, just men’s tricks to attract women. She had seen it all before, just some ordinary stuff; was there any need to laugh so provocatively?

"Back," Mo Junhua said, returning from washing the dishes, while Lan Tian looked at him with a smile. Mo Junhua grunted in acknowledgment, placed the dishes down, and sat next to her, touching her face, his expression undisturbed, no problem at all.

"Not full?"

Lan Tian shook her head, handing him the half peach she had left, "Bored," so she ate the peach to pass the time. Mo Junhua took the peach and finished it in a few bites, tossing the pit out the window. Lan Tian cast a meaningful glance at Zhou Yuwei across the way, then slowly leaned her head on Mo Junhua’s shoulder.

Lan Tian spared no effort to subtly give Zhou Yuwei a piece of her mind, taking pleasure in watching White Lotus Zhou Yuwei deflate. Lan Tian was secretly overjoyed, as long as you’re not doing well, I’m all good.

Lan Tian felt she had degraded herself, to actually start bullying mortals.

It is said that in the Cultivation World, one seeks to sever worldly ties, remaining solitary, ascending all the way to achieve the highest honor; it’s not interesting being all alone after reaching a certain level.

Call her petty or narrow-minded if you will, but she is one to hold grudges; bullying White Lotus Zhou Yuwei, Lan Tian has no psychological pressure at all.

Most people in the same carriage chose to sit on Zhou Yuwei’s bed. There were two others with no place to sit, preferred standing rather than sitting near Lan Tian.

Zhou Yuwei glanced at the people seated on her bunk, looked towards Lan Tian, got up, and sat down on Lan Tian’s bunk, casually asking, "Lan Tian, are you accompanying the army, or are you heading to Shanghai for business?"

Lan Tian looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, throwing the question back at her, "What do you think?"

Just as Zhou Yuwei was about to ask further, the flamboyant man who had returned earlier tossed his lunchbox onto his bunk, plopped down next to Zhou Yuwei, sitting close to her, elbow resting on her shoulder, and blew air teasingly near her ear.

Zhou Yuwei frowned slightly, stiffening her body as she turned her head away, slightly shifting from the flamboyant man’s proximity, pushing his head off her shoulder. As her hand touched his head, the flamboyant man rubbed it against her palm in a smooth motion.

Lan Tian lowered his gaze and seemed to focus inward, appearing not to notice their intimacy.

"Miss Zhou, I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful and cultured, yet still join the military. I heard military life is tough, and for a delicate girl like you, pampered in the city since childhood, to endure such hardships, I can’t help but admire you. A true heroine, no less valiant than any man," the flamboyant man praised, thumbing up.

Annoyed and angered by the flirtation, Zhou Yuwei glared at the flamboyant man, now acting like a hooligan, who responded to her gaze with an even more playful smirk.

Finding herself at a loss, Zhou Yuwei glanced at Lan Tian, relieved to see her head down, not looking this way, but out of the corner of her eye, she was wary of Mo Junhua suddenly coming back and mistaking her for being promiscuous.

"Get up now, or don’t blame me for being impolite," Zhou Yuwei warned in a low voice, pushing off the head that leaned in again.

Alright! Miss Zhou was angry, the flamboyant man spread his hands and got up to sit across from her.

With the troublemaker gone, Zhou Yuwei leaned closer to Lan Tian to talk, but before she could get a word out, the flamboyant man always found an angle to interrupt. His antics twisted the original question so far out, and by the time Zhou Yuwei realized it, it was no longer appropriate to ask Lan Tian anymore.

No matter whether Zhou Yuwei hinted openly or implicitly that she wanted to talk about women’s topics with Lan Tian, the flamboyant man just had to barge into their conversation, infuriating Zhou Yuwei to the point of gritting her teeth in silent resentment; such a busybody man!

A group of vibrant young people gathered together, engaged in lively discussions, made time pass quickly, and the evening had set outside. Through the window hung a crescent moon against the night sky, a Milky Way cutting across the firmament, with stars scattered, vast, mysterious, and distant.

The broadcast reminded passengers that it was time to rest, but the group of young people were still high-spirited, reluctantly climbing into their beds to sleep, continuing to chat while lying down.

Lan Tian wiped her face and hands, also lying down to sleep. Mo Junhua sat by her side, resting against the carriage, with his legs draped over the edge of the bed for the night.

It was after three in the afternoon when the train finally arrived in Shanghai. As soon as the train stopped, everyone hurriedly crawled out of bed, organizing their luggage, getting ready to disembark.

After a night of idle chatting, everyone became quite familiar with each other, and two people even hit it off, exchanging addresses to stay in contact through letters.

Zhou Yuwei had only a backpack, not much to organize. The flamboyant man, also with just a large bag, finished packing and tossed it on Zhou Yuwei’s bunk. The others had at most two bags, and Lan Tian and Mo Junhua had the most luggage, so they had to go out first.

Zhou Yuwei dawdled, wanting to wait to leave with Mo Junhua. The flamboyant man, who had reached the door, looked back at her, then came back wobbling, unwillingly dragging Zhou Yuwei out, and mischievously winked at Lan Tian.

Lan Tian found it amusing and playfully winked back at her.

After everyone left, Mo Junhua dragged several burlap sacks from under the bed, Lan Tian got off the bed to put on her sandals, shouldered her bag, and went over to help with the sacks.

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