Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 1511 - 833: Under the Night Sky (Part 2)

"But I have a feeling, he was looking at me, because at that moment, he turned around."

Yu Wen’s expression was incredibly serious: "And the person behind him was me."

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, filled with happiness. This scene encouraged her countless times to move forward, through countless disappointments, to muster the courage; it was her source of confidence.

’You like me too, right, class monitor?’ Yu Wen guessed.

Jiang Yanan wanted to say something, but didn’t.

Shen Qing’e also fell into silence.

Lu Qiqi, more straightforward, said: "Isn’t there a possibility he turned around to see how much time was left until class was over?"

Yu Wen was dumbfounded.

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A fish hot pot feast delighted everyone, but no matter how enjoyable a gathering is, it must come to an end.

Bai Yuxia walked out of the tent, intending to get some fresh air, but her vision was suddenly filled with countless stars.

The sky was deep blue, an extremely deep blue; the river surface was still frozen, and under the backdrop of the blue night sky, it was also tinted blue.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the day, the darkness seemed to absorb all the restlessness and noise. There were only a few figures on the ice, along with a few lamps.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful, sister, come out and see!" Chen Siyu shouted.

Then the people inside the tent came out one after another to admire the starry sky, as if enjoying tranquility not of this world.

Until Wang Yong’s voice rang out: "Keke, time to go home!"

He had already packed up the camping gear, and in the distance, an Audi car had its lights on.

Lou Keke looked at Bai Yuxia, the twins, Xue Yuantong, and finally Jiang Ning. Her fair skin was as snow, and she beamed a smile: "Thank you for your hospitality today, I will never forget it!"

After speaking, she joined Wang Yong and left the river dam together.

Xue Yuantong glanced at Tang Fu, thinking: ’Why isn’t the big guy leaving? Planning to stay with their family?’

Tang Fu, completely clueless, stared at Tongtong and asked: "Why are you looking at me?"

Xue Yuantong: "Why aren’t you playing basketball?"

Tang Fu wasn’t annoyed at all: "Do you think I can’t play basketball?"

In light of Tongtong’s invitation today, she didn’t argue with Tongtong; after all, Tongtong was a basketball expert.

Jiang Ning, hands behind his back, gazed at the night sky and said: "At this moment, I feel it’s perfect for cattle grazing."

Tang Fu threw a few punches into the air, releasing excess energy, and jokingly shouted: "Jiang Ning, come graze this fierce wild bull of mine!"

Chen Siyu rolled her eyes: ’She’s so dumb!’

Jiang Ning watched her practice her punches on the spot, too lazy to bother with her. He said: "The bull I’m going to graze is Dongdong."

Her sister Chen Siqing wasn’t entirely bad. She said: "Isn’t it too late to call Dongdong to pull the cart? I heard kids need to sleep early, or it’ll affect their growth."

Xue Yuantong: "He won’t grow anymore; wouldn’t his destructive power be smaller in the future?"

Jiang Ning nodded: "Makes sense."

Tang Fu was called away by the driver her grandfather left for her, practicing martial arts all the way as she left.

Seeing this, Xue Yuantong wasn’t pleased. She gave a sharp high kick, muttering: "What’s so great about that!"

But her balance slipped, and she was about to fall to the ground. Luckily, Jiang Ning timely extended a hand, saving her from imminent danger.

After Lou Keke and Tang Fu left, there was only one remaining outsider in the group, Shang Caiwei.

Her brother was waiting for her by the river.

Shang Caiwei, being more reserved, helped pack the tent and dining equipment before leaving the river surface with them.

Dongdong pulled the cart in front, while Jiang Ning, the twins, and Bai Yuxia all walked. Only Tongtong lay on the cart, resting on some cardboard, gazing up at the star-filled sky.

When Shang Caiwei reached the riverbank, Shang Zhengyu was already waiting impatiently. He had initially brought his sister out to play, but she ended up being taken away by others midway.

Shang Caiwei bid them a sentimental farewell: "Tongtong, Jiang Ning, thank you for your hospitality. I’m really happy!"

Tongtong, with a lollipop in her mouth, mumbled indistinctly: "Be safe, Weiwei."

She even bragged a bit: "If it weren’t for the luggage on the cart, I would’ve taken you home, ensuring a quick and safe trip."

Shang Caiwei covered her mouth and laughed. She had sat in a cart before and indeed, it was very stable.

Shang Zhengyu, who had long been impatiently waiting, showed a slight smile on his aloof face: "Don’t worry, I drive a Volvo, the car with the highest safety rating."

Xue Yuantong felt this person was not easy to deal with, so he didn’t say anything.

Jiang Ning patted Niu Madong.

Dongdong glared at this man. He knew this was a man with terrifying strength. His eyes spun with mischief as he intentionally misled the situation by saying, "You definitely can’t outrun me because I don’t have to wait for traffic lights!"

If it hadn’t been for Jiang Ning, when Dongdong earlier invited Weiwei, Shang Zhengyu would have hit him. Now he saw Jiang Ning directing Dongdong’s actions.

He knew Dongdong was a mad dog; the blame was on Jiang Ning.

Shang Zhengyu smiled faintly and said, "Oh, your cart is still more impressive. And what about your life?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere dropped, even the dim-witted Chen Siyu noticed.

Xue Yuantong said, "My life is as cool as a cart!"

"Giddy-up!" Xue Yuantong picked up the whip and started the cart.

Shang Zhengyu said no more. He drove away with his sister, and Shang Caiwei gave the group an apologetic look.

After the car drove off, Chen Siyu spoke malignantly: "What, looking down on us with dog eyes!"

Chen Siqing: "Exactly, exactly!"

Bai Yuxia, seeing the two acting as clowns, couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.

No one got angry over Shang Zhengyu’s actions. Accompanied by the stars and moon, they walked on the hard ground, approaching the southern bungalow.

Xue Yuantong, the only one lying down, looked at the starry sky, her mind wandering: "So many stars, how big do you think the universe is?"

Chen Siyu: "The universe is so big, it can’t fit in one pot."

Xue Yuantong questioned again: "Where did I come from, and where am I going?"

"If I die, does my consciousness completely vanish or does it reappear in a newly born life?"

"If there was Meng Po’s soup, would you drink it?"

Chen Siyu: "I definitely wouldn’t drink it!"

Xue Yuantong: "Then do you remember your past life?"

Chen Siyu: "Um..."

Xue Yuantong concluded: "So you definitely drank Meng Po’s soup."

Chen Siyu argued: "That’s not right!"

Above them was the vast night sky, below the flat earth, words kept emerging, all about life, the universe, the self, uniquely human romance.

Bai Yuxia, a firm materialist, initially looked down on their discussion, but gradually joined in.

As they chatted and laughed, they began to hum songs, the singing accompanying them forward.

The night was nice tonight, and Mr. Qian hadn’t slept yet, star-gazing and moon-viewing near his door, when a delightful chorus suddenly came from the east.

"Who’s making a racket at this time of night?" Mr. Qian was displeased.

The singing gradually became clearer.

"Does the brightest star in the night sky know the shadows that once accompanied me~"

As the singing drifted from the darkness, the silhouettes of the young boys and girls slowly appeared on the edge of the light.

"Whenever I get lost in the night, stars in the night sky, please illuminate my way forward~"

The silhouettes grew clearer, with crisp laughter and a youthful vibe, an almost bursting life force approaching.

Mr. Qian looked at the young smiling faces, and his mood suddenly sank, his heart felt intensely blocked.

He remembered more than thirty years ago, graduating with excellent grades, assigned to teach at the school. He was young and full of ambition, swearing to become the best teacher, principal, to rise in the education bureau, to burn himself for the sake of the nation’s education, to not betray his youth.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years passed, parents deceased, children far away.

Looking back suddenly, he realized a life wasted, past fervor and dreams withered like fallen leaves, merged into the sludge.

Mr. Qian gazed at the youth under hazy light, his vision gradually blurred, past images vaguely emerging.

"If the spring wind has mercy on the flowers, would it allow me to be young again?"