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Chapter 53 I Don't Like This Story (Bonus Chapter for the Alliance Leader Who Won't Rush, I'll Think of a Solution)
"Do you have any relatives on the mainland?" Meng Bai asked, taking the opportunity to inquire about this.

If so, then it would indeed be possible to film a story about searching for relatives in mainland China, which would help Grandma Xiulian reunite with her family.

On the other hand, it further solidifies Su Xintang's identity.

As for traffic, it's secondary; it's fine if it's there, but not so bad if it's not. The traffic from these family-finding trips isn't that significant these days. It's far better to just take the elderly person on a trip to mainland China and give her and Su Xintang a "grandparent-grandchild shock" experience.

When Grandma Xiulian heard Meng Bai's question, she shook her head and said, "I don't know if I have any relatives over there. I was still young when I came here."

But I was thinking, if you take my ashes and my grandparents' ashes to the mainland in the future, could you make a video about it? People would probably be moved by that.

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai frowned. What kind of nonsense was this? Was he having another episode?
Su Xintang frowned even more deeply and tentatively asked, "Grandma, do you still remember your name?"

"You all thought I was having a relapse?" Grandma Xiulian chuckled.

"It seems like he's having an attack." Meng Bai nodded bluntly.

"I'm serious, don't you bloggers need content?"

"..." Meng Bai was speechless.

I know she meant well, but her good intentions are just too sinister.

If it's between a grandfather and grandson, that's a different story; it shows filial piety.

But Su Xintang isn't her biological granddaughter. She should have just quietly fulfilled the old lady's wish instead of making a big fuss about it to gain attention.

So he said with a sigh, "What kind of beasts would we be to exchange your family's ashes for traffic? If you really want to help us provide film material, you might as well live for another seven or eight years."

"We can start a video series called #GranddaughterTakesTaiwaneseGrandmaBackToHerHometownInMainlandChina#, which is much more reliable than this unethical business of using ashes to gain traffic."

“Yes, don’t bring up death so easily. Try to live a few more years so that you can personally participate in the reburial of your grandparents. It’s better than having us do it for you, so you won’t have any regrets for the rest of your life,” Su Xintang agreed.

After saying that, she brought the topic back and said, "Grandma, weren't we talking about Altair?"

"Altair?" Meng Bai instinctively looked up at the sky. The weather was fine today, and since this was the countryside, there were indeed quite a few stars to see.

However, although the story of "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" is well-known to the Chinese, Meng Bai did not know the exact locations of Altair and Vega.

This is normal; many people don't know this.

Grandma Xiulian truly lived up to her reputation as someone with a room full of books.

With her blurry eyes, she pointed southeast and said, "Altair is over there, a group of three stars, also called Altair. The bright one in the middle is Altair II. I can't see it clearly, but you can find it easily."

Upon hearing the name "River Drum," Su Xintang's eyes immediately turned towards it.

Having been on Earth for so long, this was the first time she had ever heard the term "River Drum" from someone other than Meng Bai.

"Altair is a star, its English name is Altair..." Grandma began to explain astronomy to the two of them.

Meng Bai and Su Xintang felt increasingly uneasy as they listened.

After listening for about ten minutes, and seeing that the topic had already veered towards astrology, Meng Bai, looking at the bewildered Su Xintang, finally couldn't help but interrupt, saying, "Grandma, that's enough, that's enough."

"What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?" Grandma's reading glasses reminded Meng Bai of his teacher.

“Xintang doesn’t want to hear that. She just wants to recapture the feeling of being a granddaughter when she was a child. She wants you to tell her the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, something many grandparents and grandchildren do. Do you understand what I mean?” Meng Bai said, half-jokingly.

Upon hearing this, Grandma was taken aback at first, then laughed rather embarrassedly.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was visibly much more relaxed.

"Let's talk about it later, you should get some rest," Meng Bai said cheerfully.

"Okay, I won't bother you." Grandma shook her head and smiled as she carried the books into the house.

After she went inside, Meng Bai pulled over a rocking chair from the yard and lay down.

Su Xintang was still sitting on a small stool next to her.

The two looked at the sky, and Meng Bai said, "You've always been curious about why He Gu is called Niulang, haven't you?"

“Hmm.” “This is because of a very famous story called ‘The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl,’ which tells the story of…” Meng Bai then began to tell the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

As she spoke, Su Xintang suddenly chuckled, "You guys are quite good at making things up. What kind of fairy would suddenly descend to earth, meet a mortal, and become lovers with him..."

She paused.

He quickly glanced at Meng Bai beside him.

A fairy descended to earth?

Falling in love with a mortal?

Meng Bai, who was looking at the stars, turned his head when he saw her stop halfway through her sentence.

The moment their eyes met, Su Xintang abruptly looked away.

She sat on a small stool, hugging her knees, and continued reading about the Heavenly Dao: "And then what happened to the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd?"

"Then, the Queen Mother was furious..." Meng Bai began to recount the well-known ending.

After finishing his story, he was still eager to continue and couldn't help but recite the famous poem "The Magpie Bridge Fairy":
"The wispy clouds weave patterns, the shooting stars convey sorrow, the Milky Way stretches far and wide. A single meeting in the golden autumn breeze and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world. Tender feelings flow like water, the beautiful time is like a dream, how can one bear to look back on the road to the Magpie Bridge? If two hearts are truly bound for eternity, why should they be together every day and night?"

I've memorized a whole poem.

Su Xintang was completely mesmerized.

The vast starry sky was reflected in her purple eyes. After a long while, she sighed and shook her head, saying, "The words are beautiful, but I don't like the story."

“It’s alright, you’re not a fairy, you’re just a celestial being who cultivated in the He Gu Heavenly Palace.” Meng Bai recounted Su Xintang’s self-introduction when they first met.

After saying that, Meng Bai put his hands behind his head and continued, "I'm not a gigolo, I'm just a freebie from the pornographic DVDs."

"Tsk~~"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"You have to take me back to Guangdong tonight. I need to go through the proper procedures to get here." Meng Bai stopped laughing.

"I'll take you back, and then I'll come back, right?" Su Xintang said.

“Yes, we need to get to work, generate more traffic to help you advance to the Divine Embryo stage as soon as possible, and also open up new light spots.” Meng Bai nodded.

More than ten minutes later...

After making the beds on the second floor, Huang Xiulian, who thought Meng Bai and Su Xintang would stay there, came back to the courtyard only to find that the two had disappeared.

This courtyard is clearly still the same courtyard; nothing has changed.

But today, it seems even more empty than usual.

People.

You get used to being alone after a while.

But once the excitement is over, the feeling of loneliness when you return to solitude is so intense that it seeps into your bones and is unbearable.

The old man's once brisk steps became noticeably unsteady, and his expression was no longer as clear as when the two of them were there.

She walked to the tree and saw a note under the teacup on the table.

I picked it up and saw that it read: [Grandma: I have something to do, come again tomorrow, don't worry—Xia Qingqing]

Huang Xiulian read those few words countless times, seemingly unable to get enough of them.

As she looked around, she slowly sat down, holding onto the table.

The dim yellow light in the courtyard illuminated the swaying trees, and on a bamboo chair under the trees sat a hunched old man, staring blankly at a piece of paper.

(End of this chapter)