<h4>Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252</h4>


    "Don’t be afraid, that’s Dumb Granny."


    With Lin Yifan’s eye power, recognizing people at night wasn’t difficult.


    He nced at the old woman standing on the hillside and even waved to her.


    "Dumb Granny?"


    Leaning against Lin Yifan’s chest, Xiao Cui looked around fearfully.


    In the moonlight, she could vaguely make out the shape of an old woman.


    "Yeah, the old couple is quite kind, but they seldom interact with the vigers. I’ve never seen them around the vige. It’s said they have no children and live alone, but thankfully they’re both quite healthy. I guess good people get rewarded."


    Lin Yifan didn’t pay much attention and continued walking with Xiao Cui shoulder to shoulder.


    As for Dumb Granny, she watched them walk towards the fourth team before turning back to her house.


    "He’s quite a match for our granddaughter. If he bes our grandson-inw, do we still have to interfere?"


    Dumb Granny sat on the edge of the kang, picking up a needle and thread box and said.


    They were the couple that Boss Zhao visited earlier.


    "You never used to care about the affairs of children. When our son was born, you sent him to the Liu Family to be fostered. Why are you so concerned about your granddaughter now?"


    The old man, sitting cross-legged on the kang, opened his eyes and looked at her curiously.


    "I don’t know, maybe I’m just getting old, or perhaps staying in this worldly ce for too long has caused me to catch their habits. It seems like a heart demon is growing, disturbing my devotion to the Tao."


    Dumb Granny sighed.


    "Ah, every time our son visits, seeing his gray hair pains me too. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a Spirit Root and can’t enter the Taoist sect to cultivate. One day we will inevitably bury him, but Xiao Cui is a rare good seedling. I’ve been pondering whether to lead her into the Tao, after all, she carries our flesh and blood."


    The old man looked earnestly at his wife.


    Then neither spoke, knowing well that the path into the Taoist sect is deep as the sea, and feelings and resentments must part ways.


    Xiao Cui, unknowingly, was startled by her own true grandmother.


    At this moment, she stood outside Miao Miao’s house, unwilling to let go of Lin Yifan.


    She leaned her head in his chest, listening to his strong and pleasing heartbeat.


    "Alright, it’s gettingte. Go inside and chat for a while, then rest early. I’lle to pick you up first thing in the morning."


    He gently stroked Xiao Cui’s hair and gave her a passionate kiss on her warm lips, reluctantly parting.


    Not until Lin Yifan disappeared into the night did Xiao Cui push open the door and walk inside.


    "Oh wow, our high and mighty campus beauty fell in love in just a few days. How does it feel to kiss?"


    Upon entering, the taunt from her friend Miao Miao made Xiao Cui blush and her heart beat faster.


    "Why are you so annoying? If you keep teasing me, I won’t keep youpany anymore."


    Xiao Cui pouted, grumbling.


    "I’m really wronged, this is not teasing—it’s envy. Congrattions on finding true love. You can enjoy romantic evenings, unlike me, living like a housewife at neen."


    People their age naturally have a sharednguage.


    Miao Miao sighed, and they held hands and walked into the west room.


    "Everything will get better. Oh, by the way, Yifan’s medical skills are amazing. When hees to pick me up tomorrow, I’ll have him check on your uncle. Maybe he can help."


    Looking at the impoverished house, Xiao Cui could only offerfort.


    But the asional coughing from next door made the hearts of the two girls feel heavy.


    "My dad worked in a lime factory, that’s how he got pneumoconiosis, causing irreversible damage to his lungs. Big hospitals have said there’s nothing they can do. However, I recently overheard Old Li from the first team mention a remedy, saying there’s a herb called the Seven-color Flower in Qiu Pigu that could cure my dad’s illness. I’ve been nning to look for it the past few days. If I can find it, maybe my dad can be saved."


    Miao Miao shared joyfully.


    "Old Li is not known for telling the truth. His words cannot be trusted, and Qiu Pigu is a huge forest. I’ve never been, but my mom said they’ve fallen many times just picking wild vegetables at the entrance of the ravine. You can’t just go into ces like that."


    Though Xiao Cui was a rural girl, she’d never gone up the mountains.


    All her knowledge only came from hearsay.


    "Qiu Pigu is indeed dangerous, but I’ve gotten used to going into the mountains over the years with the neighbors. It’s not a big deal this time. Last time, I even found a porcin bowl in a pond there. I brought it to the market, nning to eat noodles at noon, but a woman noticed it, said she would pay two thousand yuan for it, and asked where I got it and where I’m from. I didn’t tell her, it’s a secret. You mustn’t tell anyone."


    Miao Miao’s mysterious demeanor made Xiao Cui even more curious.


    "A porcin bowl that can sell for two thousand yuan must be an antique. How could it be there?"


    "Who knows why? As long as we can sell it, that’s all that matters. So the day after tomorrow, I’ll go into the mountain. Even if I can’t find the Seven-color Flower, bringing back a couple more bowls would be nice. Once I earn enough money, I’lle to the Provincial City to find you so we can dance together."


    When girls are together, there’s always endless topics to discuss.


    Meanwhile, Lin Yifan’s steps were brisk as he headed towards the vige.


    Jiufeng’s increasingly revealing photos constantly challenged his sanity.


    Tonight, if he doesn’t let her know what a real man is, he won’t make it.


    He was almost at the entrance of the vige.


    But suddenly, a figure dashed out from the side, blocking his path.


    "Big brother, I’ve been waiting for you so anxiously."


    Widow Zhao swayed toward him, heading straight into Lin Yifan’s arms.


    Unfortunately, Lin Yifan shuffled to the side, avoiding her.


    "Ms. Zhao, what’s the matter?"


    Looking at the thinly dressed Widow Zhao, Lin Yifan said with a straight face.


    Last time, her quarrel with Xu Fengxian had been quite fierce.


    "Of course there’s something. If there wasn’t, why would I be herete at night waiting for you instead of sleeping?"


    Widow Zhao, wearing a white vest and a floral shirt, emphasized her chest intentionally.


    Without the constraint of a bra, her not-so-full bust had some volume.


    Especially those protruding strawberry marks, which were quite suggestive.


    "Well, if there’s something, just say it quickly."


    Lin Yifan said helplessly.


    "Hurry me along, huh? Though I may not be as young as Xiao Cui, back in my youth, I wasn’t bad either. Do you think a little girl knows how to please a man? Finding a woman who understands charm is much more fun. I heard your house was demolished, and you have no ce to stay? Why note to my ce for a while? I can give you a massage too."


    Widow Zhao wore a tempting smile and reached out to pull him.


    "No need, I have a ce to sleep."


    Lin Yifan dodged Widow Zhao’s hands once again.


    "My dear brother, how can you be so oblivious? Don’t you want to taste your sister’s vor? I guarantee I’m a hundred times better than that wooden Xu Fengxian. As long as you want, I can make you feel like a god."


    Despite his constant evasion, Widow Zhao wouldn’t give up.


    She pulled open her floral shirt, revealing her fair shoulder.