Liu Zhizhong had his own ideas in his heart. Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
They were about to divorce, and this time it had to happen, so shouldn't he at least find out his wife's true background? Otherwise, his life would be quite the joke.
Lu Yumei glanced at him from the corner of her eye and said, "Her?"
Liu Zhizhong nodded with anticipation.
"Go ask her yourself. Why ask me? I just need to learn how to clean turtle intestines and make turtle blood tofu..."
He offered a bitter smile and asked no further.
That was Liu Zhizhong for you, knowing when to back off.
If Lu Yumei didn't want to talk, would it not be annoying to keep pestering her?
In the following days, the rain was persistent, and it's hard to say if their sentiment persisted.
But at least, Liu Zhizhong and Lu Yumei still enjoyed each other's company.
In the misty rain along the Ru River, well, let's just call it the Ru River.
Even in the valley of the Ru River, the scenery in the rain wasn't bad.
Liu Zhizhong fished, caught his prize, and was very satisfied with his haul.
He even managed to use things like catfish and turtle organs as bait to catch more of them.
Lu Yumei followed and learned slaughtering, getting quite skilled at it.
Over three days, they meticulously sorted and produced 120 pounds of pure catfish meat, 85 pounds of old turtle meat, 92 pounds of old terrapin meat, and about a dozen pieces of turtle shell, which were valued as medicinal ingredients, all of which they stored. The 120-liter freezer in the Big Lao RV was nearly too small to fit it all.
Turtle blood tofu, 25 pounds of it, was preserved fresh on ice, enough for quite some time. Regarding this rich and nourishing delicacy, Liu Zhizhong said the old leaders liked it, making Lu Yumei blush and scold those old and unworthy things. Then she asked Liu Zhizhong if he would also become so improper when he got older?
Liu Zhizhong thought to himself that he was already improper now!
But he seriously replied, "How could I? With Mrs. Lu's strict standards, even if I wanted to, it wouldn't be possible!"
This made Lu Yumei laugh it off. Such talk was just casual banter after all—wasn't meant to be taken deeply, right?
Life was supposed to be mundane, if you nitpicked every little thing, there'd be endless squabbling.
Usually, they'd take photos, play chess, drink tea, cook sumptuous food, and forget the world's troubles. This brief peace was simply too good.
Finally, Lu Yumei also mastered Liu Zhizhong's chess cannon and pawn advancing strategies. Sometimes, her cannons struck with such ferocity that Liu Zhizhong felt endangered, his general nearly losing protection; other times, her pawns advanced so aggressively that Liu Zhizhong was on the verge of being toppled!
Their back-and-forth cannon assaults and pushing pawns made their chess games tense and entertaining.
Lu Yumei, being a woman and a chess disciple, admittedly struggled to beat Liu Zhizhong at times, and taking back moves was allowed—a repeated retreat. Eventually, Liu Zhizhong would deliberately show weakness, allowing her to spot opportunities and triumph in a few games, which she enjoyed immensely.
As for Liu Zhizhong, he never regretted his moves, never took back a move in his life, haha...
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
On the fourth day of their arrival, the floodwaters had receded the day before, revealing the deep contours of the Ru River once more. The post-rain mountain air was fresh and the scenery was all the more breathtaking. Every morning and dusk was just as enchanting!
After breakfast, they tidied up, and Liu Zhizhong started packing up the RV, getting ready to leave.
As he packed, he watched Lu Yumei, wearing a pristine white dress, slowly walking on the stones along the river toward the center of the river, as if deep in thought?
Liu Zhizhong chuckled to himself. Women, after all, might feel some reluctance to leave this place.
So, after he finished packing, Liu Zhizhong, smoking a cigarette, casually strolled over.
At that moment, Lu Yumei stood at the edge of the trench on a sharp stone, Hua Jian, her back to him.
Her shadow was like water, her long hair waving in the river breeze, standing on the tip of light blue rock; the pose was simply stunning.
Liu Zhizhong even snapped a few photos; the clear river water, the two river bends resembling milk, the beauty standing on the Hua Jian amidst, facing the serene cliff face on the opposite side, bathed in the tender light of the rising sun—it was certainly a one-in-a-million shot...