Her mind was mostly occupied by Shujun, whose whereabouts were unknown, yet she inadvertently forgot something.
Haoming, Yue Ning, their feelings toward her were actually the same as Shujun...
"Big brother, where are we going?"
In the mountains, Yue Ning followed his big brother with a shovel on his shoulder.
Ever since Baobao and the fourth brother went to the town, the big brother had also taken him into the mountains.
But the big brother looked strange; every few steps, he would stop to ponder, then point out a spot, instructing him to dig holes under each pear tree.
Liang Yuening knew he was slow-witted, he couldn’t fathom why his big brother wanted to do this, but since he couldn’t figure it out, he didn’t bother guessing. It was easier just to ask directly instead of troubling his pig-brain.
Zhi Chen also carried a shovel; he was deeply contemplative, feeling bursts of headache. He pressed his temples, carefully recalling the terrain from his dream.
"Let’s go, continue up the mountain."
He took a deep breath, uncertain whether he would find the thing he wanted, but he wanted to give it a try.
This matter was crucial for him; if he really found the item, then he would need to face what was going to happen next with even greater caution.
He felt a little panicked, as the image of Baobao surfaced in his mind.
He was unsure what his dream truly meant. Before Shujun disappeared, he had probed her, and some parts of his dream were confirmed, but with Baobao... Baobao’s fate was entirely different from the dream.
In the dream, Baobao died in a landslide, but in reality, Baobao was still very much alive.
It was for this reason that he found it difficult to make a judgment.
Liang Zhichen walked a great distance, suddenly catching sight of a pear orchard.
The orchard was thriving; the trees were adorned with pears, some of which had fallen after ripening, mostly rotted, attracting flies and insects, and becoming nutrients for the soil.
"Dig!" He commanded succinctly and then swung the shovel, starting from the first pear tree, digging deeper into the woods.
Liang Yuening followed his big brother, huffing and puffing as he swung his shovel, feeling incredibly foolish. He couldn’t fathom what big brother was thinking, traveling all the way to the mountains, looking as if he bore a grudge against the pear trees, ravaging one after another. Along the way, wherever a pear tree stood, it had to be dug up until the ground beneath was riddled with holes before they would stop.
With a clang, his shovel was about to penetrate the soil when it suddenly hit an obstruction.
Liang Yuening blinked, and then the big brother ahead, hearing the noise, suddenly rushed over.
Manually brushing aside the moist soil, a rusty iron box was unearthed.
Liang Zhichen stood up holding the iron box, his expression dark and unfathomable.
"Big brother, what’s this?"
Liang Yuening peeked curiously at the dirty iron box.
Liang Zhichen’s expression was also complex.
"This... is probably something that once saved our lives."
After Liang Zhichen and Liang Yuening returned from the mountain, he locked himself in his room.
Shu Yu had developed a habit lately; she would play the zither whenever she had free time. However, her zither strings were broken by him yesterday, and since it couldn’t be played any longer, she felt even more bored.
"Big brother?" Shu Yu approached Zhi Chen, and she saw her big brother sitting cross-legged on the kang bed, dirty clothes on, his hem full of mud, yet unchanged. Instead, he furrowed his brows, gazing intently at an old, rusty box.