Chapter 8
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Listening to Ding Dangsints, Lu Chen wasnt angry but instead smiles, Hey, I am just about to go out but after your words, how could I still leave? After saying those words, he stops and returns to sit by the bed side. He retrieves a piece of Spiritual Stone from some ce on his body and throws it towards Ding Dangs pillow.
Ding Dangs eyes immediately shines. She delightfully stretches her hand to grab it, revealing her jade-like arms. Lu Chenughs heartily and made use of this opportunity to sneak his hand below thenket andsqueezes her flesh with force.
Ding Dang yelps. She clenches the hand that is grabbing the Spiritual Stone and throws it a fist towards Mu Chen while her other hand grabs the nket tightly to stop that degenerate hand of his. Just that, in the chaos of her iling her arms and legs, he manages to get in a few touchoff her warm and soft body.
Lu Chen immediately jumps away from that warm bed and walks towards the entrance of the room witrge steps. Opening the door, he steps out of the room. Behind him, the coy and angry voice of a woman echoes, Damn it, there isnt a good man out there. Remember this!
The refreshing morning wind blows from the faraway tea mountain, touchingthe surface of the clear water of a flowing stream, creating a series of ripples. Then, it brushes by the green bamboos and delicate peach blossoms on both sides of the coast, giving a tinge of fragrance to it. Then, it flits past the Feng Yu Bridge which has algae growing on it, past the dam along the stream, past the bluestone road by the stream and finally, lightly caresses the body of those walking under the morning sun.
Lu Chen stretches his body as he releases a yawn from his mouth. A satisfied smile appears on his face. He looks around his surroundings. This vige which was peaceful in the morning is the ce he is staying at currently.
This ce is known as Clear Stream Valley. The origin of its name came from the meandering clear stream that flows slowly and steadily through the vige. Other than the deepke under the tea mountain where the water flows from, the deepest part of stream reaches up only ones knees. On sunny days, the children of many different valleys would y in its water.
There are many pebbles in the clear stream and theye in different sizes and many differing and bizarre shapes. There are often some unknown fish swimming between these pebbles, ying around leisurely.
On the both sides of the coast of the river, there are many peach blossom trees and green bamboos. When spring arrives, the scenery here would be magnificent. Green bamboo leaves coupled with pink peach blossoms reflecting off the clear stream, creating a beautiful picture of the mountainous vige.
Lu Chen wanders around and hears the crisp chirping of the birds. In the distance, the call of the roosters echoes and the many residencesof the farmers on both sides of the streams appear before him. It is slightly messy without any certain order to it, but it gave the scenery the carefree touch of the countryside.
Around this time, the residents of Clear Stream Vige are already out of their homes. Walking around the vige, Lu Chen meets quite a few people on the road by the clear stream. To them, he either nods or greets them with a smile on his face. It seems like he is quite familiar with most of the vigers here.
After walking quite a distance, rge chinese schr tree appears between the bluestone road and stream in front of him. It is lush with long branches and plentiful of leaves on it. There is arge rock below the tree and a fisherman wearing a coir raincoat is seated on top of it with a fishing pole in his hands.
Lu Chen walks over to his side and looks into the fish cage ced on the floor. As he expected, it is empty. He couldnt help but chuckle, Old Yu, how many times have I told you? The fishes in this stream are too small. Not only will they notgrow big, they are also hard to fish. If you want to fish, it would be best for you to go to theLittle Pearl River five miles away from the vige, or you could climb the tea mountain and head to the Dragon Lake on the west. Over there, you will be able to catch big fishes.
The fisherman turns a little stiffly to look at him. It is an old man whose hair is partly dyed white. He slowly says, There are big fishes in this stream. I have seen them before.
Lu Chenughs as he picks up a pebble by his foot and throws it into the stream.<em>Putong</em>, water sshes, creating ripples on the surface of the river. He smiles towards the old fisherman and says, I have been living here for so many years but other than the few I have seen in the cracks between the pebbles, I have never seen any big fishes in this river. You are talking gibberish, are you?
The old fisherman didnt get angry at those words. He shakes his head and repeats his words, Xiao Lu, I am not lying to you, there really are fishes in the water.
Lu Chenughs heartily, as though talking withthis fisherman called Old Yu made him happy. He lightly pats on Old Yus shoulders before turning around and walking awaywithrge steps, leaving Old Yu to sit alone under thatrge tree. Aftera short daze, he retrieves the fishing line and throws it in an arc in the air into the water, waiting quietly and peacefully for a fish to bite on the hook.
Along the road, he walks another 30 meters and sees a few buildings built together. There are a few bamboo trees growing at the side of the wall. The building at the end has a g nting outwards of it. On top of the g, the fading word of alcohol is written on it.
Lu Chen casually pushes the door. The door creaks as it opens. Then, from the interior of the house, an frustratedvoice echoes, Hey, have you ever seen a tavern opening at such an early timing?
Without any care, Lu Chen continues walking into this nameless tavern. He sees many chairs still stacked upside-down on top of the table, seemingly the look of it when it closed yesterday. He made himself at home as he retrieves a stool by the window and sits on it. Then, he grins, I am not here to drink.
By the wall of the little tavern, behind the counter, a figure slowly sits up, revealing a plump and prosperous face of a gentle-looking middle aged man. He stares at Lu Chen and asks curiously, Oh? Then thats weird. If you arent here to drink, then why would you enter my tavern?
Lu Chen pats his stomach and says, I am starving from being busy for an entire night. Cook a bowl of noddle for me!
That gentle old man humphs and replies, I only sell alcohol. I dont sell cooked noodles.
Lu Chenughs and says, I dont intend to buy it from you. There will be noodle anyway even if I dont buy up. Hurry up.
After a short moment, a bowl of steaming onion egg noodles appears in front of Lu Chen.
Lu Chen sighs in amazement. He grabs the chopsticks and starts eating in big mouthfuls. While eating, he speaks with a muffled voice, Old Ma, your skills have improved once again. This noodle is really not bad. Speaking truthfully, if it wasnt for your alcohol and food here for the past 10 years, I really dont know how I can survive here.
Old Ma grabs a cloth from the back of the counter and walks over, taking stool after stool down from the table to wipe them. At the same time, he smiles and says to Lu Chen, Stop fooling around. Even if my alcohol and food are awful that even dogs refuse to approach it, you still can eat it nonchntly.
Lu Chen continues eating in big mouthfuls, as though he didnt hear those words of Old Ma.
Old Ma isnt bothered over it as well. After wiping all of the stools in this little tavern, by the time he turns around to look, the table in of Lu Chen only has an empty bowl remaining.
<em>The refreshing morning wind blows from the faraway tea mountain.</em>
TL: Tea mountain probably refers to, quite a beautiful scenery.
<em>past the bluestone road by the stream</em>
TL: This kind of
<em>rge chinese schr tree appears between the bluestone </em>
TL: The name of thesounds bad it is actually kinda pretty also. It is also known as the japanese pagoda tree.
<em>fisherman wearing a coir raincoat</em>
TL: Damn it why are there so many descriptive phrases. Anyway,.
<em>Xiao Lu, I am not lying to you, there really are fishes in the water.</em>
TL: Xiao means small, it is like amon way to call someone younger than you. For example, your name is John, so an elder may call you Xiao John (Ok it sounds weird but thats is the gist of it)
Actually, although theres no action, I think I kind of like the peacefulness :O Makes me want to live by the countryside. But nay, I think bloodshed probably wille soon