mesbooks Chapter 262 Leaving Joy
Chapter 262 Leaving Joy
Since the baby was born, Song Qian has stopped letting Ji Yangyang call her "Sister Qian". Although she has always lived with Qiao Yingzi and Ji Yangyang, she has always had her own room.
"I told you, my mom and Mingliang have already bought their plane tickets and will be back tomorrow!" Qiao Yingzi asked the nanny to make her a cup of tea and then brought it over herself.
Ji Mingliang is Huang Zhitao's son. Ji Yangyang was worried about letting Song Qian return to China alone, so she arranged for her son to accompany her.
Ji Qingxiang also wanted to go, but Song Qian disagreed.
As Song Qian gets older, she becomes a bit eccentric, and she's afraid of upsetting Qiao Yingzi's grandmother.
Wang Yidi didn't wait for Ji Yangyang. Qiao Yingzi had mentioned this to Ji Yangyang, but Ji Yangyang refused; what's done is done.
Song Qian passed away at the age of ninety-five.
Ji Yangyang held Song Qian in his arms as he saw her off on her final journey.
Although Ji Mingliang and Ji Qingxiang were somewhat puzzled as to why Ji Yangyang treated Song Qian better than Liu Jing, they didn't ask any further questions.
When Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao were too old to walk, Ji Yangyang checked their pulses and was delighted to find that the three of them could walk together!
During high school, they over-stimulated their potential, which shortened their lifespan, but it gave the three of them an opportunity to be together.
Qiao Yingzi suggested that they go to that small hillside to reminisce about their time together one last time.
Over the decades, little has changed here, except that the stream has become a little deeper, now about a meter deep.
Ji Mingliang and Ji Qingxiang helped the three of them lay out chairs, and the three of them lay down side by side, just like many years ago, looking at the night sky.
“I remember when we were watching the meteor shower, it was actually my first time seeing meteors. I thought there would be as many meteors as in the pictures, but there were only a few,” Huang Zhitao said softly. “I don’t dare tell you about this, for fear that you will say I am ignorant.”
Qiao Yingzi chuckled, "Actually, this is my first time seeing a shooting star too. In the capital, how often do we have the chance to see one?"
Ji Yangyang held one hand in each hand, "Maybe there will be a meteor shower tonight!"
There was no meteor shower tonight; only two bright stars dimmed.
Ji Yangyang noticed that the two people were gradually losing their breath. She looked around and slowly closed her eyes as well.
…………
In the hazy gray space, Ji Yangyang slowly awoke.
When I opened my eyes, I saw an absolutely beautiful face.
“Sanli… oh, you’re Little Beauty.” Ji Yangyang rubbed her face with her virtual hand. “I’m back!”
"Soldier brother, are you alright?"
Ji Yangyang shook her head. "I'm fine, just a little tired!"
Having traversed these worlds, his soul is now utterly weary.
Little Meiji floated over, "Brother Army, do you want to participate in the lottery?"
"Go ahead and draw." Ji Yangyang didn't move. He knew that the system lottery wouldn't display anything, only the result.
Sure enough, three seconds later, Xiao Meiji announced the lottery results.
Item obtained: Yingzi's Headphones!
"Qiao Yingzi's lifelong research in astronomy has yielded remarkable achievements, including stargazing and weather prediction! The weather within 100 meters is updated every day at dawn, accurate to the minute. It is invisible to the naked eye, voice-activated, and broadcasts through the earphone."
Without Ji Yangyang giving the order, Xiao Meiji opened the system panel on her own initiative.
With a casual swipe, "Qiao Sanli" brought up the panel.
Name: Zhang Liangjun (formerly known as Chen Yu, Zhang Jianjun, and Ji Yangyang)
Age: 30 (Endangered)
Daoist Heart: Aversion to Worldly Desire
Item 1: Needle (already placed in system space)
Prop 2: Yingzi's earphones (already worn discreetly)
Skill 1: Strengthen Kidneys and Improve Body (Passive, Basic) (Omitted)
Skill 2: The Sour Taste of Love (Passive, Basic) (Omitted)
Skill 3: Beauty Can Change Fate (Passive, Basic) (Omitted)
Skill 4: Number Sensitivity (Passive) (Omitted)
Skill 5: Low Health Resurrection (Passive, Basic) (Omitted)
Skill 6: Medical Skills (Beginner) (Omitted)
Skill 7: Wilderness Survival and Reconnaissance (Beginner) (Omitted)
Skill 8: Combat (Beginner) (Omitted)
Skill 9: Mechanic (Beginner) (Omitted)
Skill 10: Instrument Playing (Beginner) (Omitted)
Skill 11: Life Skills (Beginner) (Omitted)
There's already a long list of names!
Ji Yangyang realized that she should revert to her original name.
Xiao Meiji noticed Zhang Liangjun's exhaustion and asked him, "Brother Jun, we can go back to reality now. Do you want to go back?"
Zhang Liangjun didn't answer, but instead asked Xiao Meiji, "Why do you call me Brother Jun?" When he returned to the system space last time, he was still called Zhang Jianjun, so he wasn't sensitive to the words "Brother Jun".
"I obtained Qiao Sanli's skin, and at the same time, I also obtained Qiao Sanli's memories, so now I am both the system spirit Xiao Meiji and the soldier's Qiao Sanli!" Xiao Meiji revealed Qiao Sanli's signature smile.
Zhang Liangjun's feelings were somewhat complicated. "Sanli...sigh, but in the end, you are still different."
"Don't be sad, soldier. This is just another way for me to continue living. Memories are the soul of a person, as you once said!"
“I didn’t say that! That’s what other people said. Never mind, I want to go back and rest. Open the door.” Zhang Liangjun gestured for Xiao Meiji to open the passage.
With a casual swipe of her hand, a portal appeared. "Please, soldier!"
Zhang Liangjun slowly disappeared into the portal of light, and his consciousness gradually faded away.
In the rented room, Zhang Liangjun, who had been asleep for three days, slowly opened his eyes.
Zhang Liangjun reached out and checked himself, finding nothing wrong, and breathed a sigh of relief.
I opened the freezer, took out some frozen dumplings, and boiled them in a pot. Even after sleeping for three days, I still burned a lot of energy.
He opened the stock trading software, made some trades, and his savings increased by one digit, but Zhang Liangjun's heart was not greatly moved.
In the world of film and television, having experienced both poverty and wealth, this small amount of money won't cause any ripples.
He gently picked up the still-steaming cup of tea, carefully walked to the French windows on the balcony, and then slowly sat down on the recliner. The teacup in his hand emitted a faint aroma, lingering around his nose.
He's clearly a young person, but his movements are like those of an elderly person.
Looking down, one sees a constant stream of cars coming and going on the street. Cars whiz by like beetles; pedestrians hurry along or stroll leisurely, their figures intertwining to create a busy yet vibrant scene.
Looking at the crowds coming and going, each person seemed so small and hurried, as if they were in a giant anthill. They each had their own goals and directions, and although it seemed chaotic and disorderly, they actually followed some kind of internal law and moved forward in an orderly manner.
Sunlight shone on the road, reflecting a dazzling light, making everything look both real and unreal.
Zhang Liangjun sat there until the afternoon when his phone rang.
"I have a design order, do you want to do it?"
"Never mind, I'm a bit tired lately, give it to someone else!" Zhang Liangjun refused, chatted for a few more minutes, and then hung up the phone.