Ten diligent days: the fields are still

Ever since he knew that Fu Yunqing and Qi Rong's lives were closely related, Yuan Lai went to the hospital every few days.

As a resident staff member of the hospital, Song Qiyuan was confused by this. "I always feel that you have bad intentions."

"Mr. Song, do you miss me so much?" Yuan Lai put down the fruit basket. "I'm a fan of Yun Qing."

"Oh?" Song Qiyuan picked up the least conspicuous apple from the fruit basket Yuan Lai brought and took a bite. "Then why haven't I seen you come to the hospital to visit me before? Those who show undue courtesy are either treacherous or thieves. That's your famous saying."

Although Song Qiyuan seems friendly, he is actually extremely cautious and difficult to approach.

If it weren't for Qi Rong, she might not even be able to enter the ward.

Yuan Lai and Song Qiyuan kept a safe distance, standing closest to the door. "I just wanted to ask about Qi Rong's injury."

Song Qiyuan nodded, "As expected."

"He said that only Yun Qing could heal his injuries. So I came here to ask when Yun Qing would wake up."

Yuan Lai carefully chose his words to make sure that he would not make Song Qiyuan angry.

"Do you still remember Fu Sheng Shui Que?"

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Floating life on the water?

Isn't that the dreamland master's dream residence? Under the seat of the hall, there is a dream cloud villa. She has not forgotten the miraculous experience of escaping death.

"Could it be that Fu Yunqing is also lost in a dream?"

Song Qiyuan shook his head. "Her situation is more complicated. She is a dream, a dream for a lifetime. We can only wait until she is willing to walk out of this floating life."

"That's a slim hope."

Yuan Lai thought about Wu Jiahe's situation and wondered if he could intervene manually.

"Then what if I wake Yunqing up from her dream?"

"It's too late. I won't hide it from you. I actually had this idea a long time ago, but Hua Xuan stopped me." Song Qiyuan looked at Yuan Lai meaningfully, "He said that he lost half his life the last time he brought you out. Now he's injured and can't guarantee that he can bring you out again."

Brought her out last time.

Yuan Lai confirmed that she did not lose her memory. She had only been in the dream once since she was a child, and it was Ren He who took her there. What did it have to do with Qi Rong?

Qi Rong also said that he couldn't enter the dreamland, so how could he risk half his life to bring her out of the dream?

"You can go back. As long as you are well, Huaxuan's injury is not life-threatening for the time being."

Yuan Lai was kicked out of the ward with a heavy heart, and met Jiang Yan and Zhou Qingran in the hospital corridor.

"Director Jiang, Sister Ranran." Yuan Lai greeted them obediently.

"Are you sick?" Ranran saw that Yuan Lai's face was pale and his steps were unsteady, as if he was sick.

Yuan Lai replied, "No, I'm about to graduate, so I have a lot to do and I'm a bit tired."

Seeing the baby in Ranran's arms, Yuan Lai reached out and gently poked the soft face.

The baby, who was originally sleeping soundly, opened his eyes and giggled at Yuan Lai.

"It seems Qingtian likes you very much."

Jiang Qingtian danced in Ranran's arms, grabbing around with her little hands. Somehow she pulled the beads off the longevity lock on her chest and was about to put them in her mouth.

Jiang Yan quickly stopped him and dug out the bead, "There's only one bead on it, and you found it."

"Wait." Yuan Lai took the bead and compared it carefully with the jade ring on her wrist. From the glossiness, transparency, and especially the faint patterns on it, she could be sure that the two were the same.

Could it be that this longevity lock was given by Qi Rong?

"Sister, which gold shop did you buy your long life lock from? The pattern is exquisite and novel. One of my classmates has a birthday coming up soon, and I wanted to prepare a gift in advance."

"We directly ask the master craftsman to make custom pieces. Do you want jewelry made? I can recommend him to you."

"Okay." Yuan Lai actually understood that if Qi Rong wanted to give it to him, he must have his own way, which had nothing to do with the longevity lock itself.

But she did think that the longevity lock was very delicately made and the master's hands were very skillful. She also wanted to give Qi Rong a token of her own appreciation when he left.

As Yuan Lai followed the address, the place felt more and more familiar.

Isn’t this Wangshan?

It’s a small world.

At the foot of the mountain, there was indeed a house she was familiar with.

"Yu Zhile, this online name seems very cultured. Kanxia definitely wouldn't choose such a name, and An An is even less likely. Could it be Yu Lao?"

Mr. Yu looks to be over 80 years old, which fits the general impression of a master craftsman.

I didn't expect that Mr. Yu was not only kind-hearted but also skillful.

Walking out of the gate, Yuan Lai rang the doorbell.

After a while, Mr. Yu came out of the house slowly with a cane, "My son is not at home."

"Old Yu, it's me!" Yuan Lai waved his hand. "Do you remember me?"

Old Yu walked to the door, peeked out, looked Yuan Lai up and down, and after a long glance, asked, "Kid, who are you?"

That’s right, she was still a cat at that time, so Yu Lao naturally couldn’t recognize who she was.

"I came to you to make a set of jewelry."

"Oh, now all my skills have been passed on to my son. If you want to make jewelry, go to the city and find him. He just rented a shop."

Mr. Yu returned to the house and brought out a copy of a piece of paper. "This is the address of the shop."

Yuan Lai took the note, bowed to Mr. Yu, and thanked him solemnly, "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

Thank you for saving the life of a stranger.

If it weren't for Yu Lao, she might have died in the warehouse.

In fact, Yuan Lai wanted to go up the mountain to see Kanxia and An An, but she guessed that they had their own things to do, and it would be a waste of time for her to go there. She glanced at the mountain and decided to come back and see them when she had time.

As soon as Yuan Lai left, Houkouxia and An An emerged from the woods.

An An was pinned down under the niche and couldn't move. "Why didn't you let me go up and say hello? I haven't seen Yuan Lai for a long time."

"What's there to see? Didn't you see the message Hua Xuan sent in the group chat? Yun Qing is about to wake up, and we need to cut off our connection with this world as soon as possible. Also, that friend of hers has been pestering me for a long time, and I've only had a few days of peace and quiet. Stop causing trouble for me."

An An wanted to cry but had no tears. "How can we cut it off? It's so easy to say. Yuan Lai was afraid that we couldn't go back, so he specially reserved the pond. You just hid from Lin Tingting, but never thought of going back to take a look."

Hearing An An's words, Kanxia put down his hand and asked, "You said she still has the pond?"

"Yes, not only is the pond still there, but the steep back gate is still there too." An An mustered up his courage, dragged the shrine down to the steep back gate, and pointed to a sign on the road, saying, "Look, this is where they chased and beat you."

Looking at the sign on the roadside from the niche, the corners of my mouth twitched. This kind of memorial site is unnecessary.

"When a brother encounters a poisonous snake, his slippers do the trick." Yuan Lai's handwriting was clearly written on the wooden sign.

Well, well, his embarrassing moment turned out to be the highlight for those guys.

Kanxia kicked Mupaizi angrily to the ground.

"Yuan Lai!"

Hongbao heard some noise in the security booth, checked the surveillance camera, and saw two figures appear on the country path.

He picked up a stick and ran towards the two men.

"Who are you? You're so bold to come to the back door and steal things in the middle of the night. I have a red envelope for you, and I will make sure you never come back!"

Looking back from under the niche, I saw Hong Bao holding a stick.

Yuan Lai actually wanted me to be his disciple. Fortunately, I rejected him sternly at the beginning.