There is no conclusion yet.

Yan Chiyu's answer was ambiguous, but Wu Yue understood that his unspoken meaning was that there was a problem here.

The girl reached out and grabbed Yan Chiyu's clothes.

The boy lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering briefly on Wu Yue's jade-like fingers. After a few moments, he reached out and took her hand, his expression softening.

Wu Yue paused, but didn't let go. Yan Chiyu leaned closer and whispered something in his ear.

Walking at the very back, Cheng Pingxi's eyes changed. Although he knew that the younger sister he had raised would one day marry someone else, he was still furious. He really wanted to transform into Fahai, the monk who separated the lovers.

The boy in black floated over slowly and said in a low voice, "You're underage, you can't hold hands."

As he spoke, he forcefully pulled Wu Yuesheng to his side.

Wu Yue was speechless at his childish behavior, but she didn't refuse Cheng Pingxi's request and let him lead her.

She glanced back at the boy lagging behind, and instinctively felt Cheng Pingxi pull her forward. Just now, Yan Chiyu hadn't really intended to hold her hand; instead, he had given her a talisman and personally taught her the incantation.

[Exorcism talisman, effective against most evil spirits.]

That's so thoughtful.

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Leaving the manor, Qian Bolun led everyone to the orchard first. The orchard had many varieties of fruit, planted in different areas.

There were people specifically assigned to manage the orchard. Among them was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and clean work clothes. He seemed surprised to see the children, who looked like TV stars, and asked, "Who are you...?"

"Hello, Uncle, I'm Qi Lan's grandson from next door. We've come to visit. These are all my friends," Qian Bolun greeted politely first.

The middle-aged man looked slightly strange. "Oh, Grandma Qi's grandson."

He paused for a moment, not lingering on Qi Lan's topic, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Do you want to experience the fun of fruit picking? The ticket is 50 yuan per person, and you can pick as much fruit as you want once you're inside."

"So cheap," Song Wenzhi muttered to himself.

The middle-aged man seemed not to hear them and handed each of them a basket: "You can go in after you pay."

Qian Bolun found the payment code on the table, took out his phone and scanned it to give him 350 yuan.

Song Wenzhi and his companions were all born with a silver spoon in their mouths, so this kind of experience was rare, if not nonexistent. They were particularly excited as soon as they entered the orchard, finding it quite fun.

Wu Yue and Cheng Pingxi's experiences were much richer; in some ways, the siblings had also played similar roles. Their excitement and novelty were less intense than Cheng Pingxi's, but because the people accompanying them were different, the meaning and their feelings were different as well.

The group dispersed to different areas, intending to save the fruit they picked that day as essential items for their evening gathering; naturally, the more variety of fruit, the better.

[It feels a little strange that this is suddenly so relatable to everyday life~]

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Did you notice the strange expression on the orchard's goalkeeper's face?

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Everyone else chose an area, so Wu Yue had to carry her basket and walk forward. She liked grapes, so she thought of picking a few bunches at the very back, but to reach the vineyard, she had to cross the river.

A river of moderate depth, paved with pebbles, the sound of water striking the stones is faint yet crisp.

A nine-meter-long bridge spans the river. There are no railings on either side of the bridge, and many footprints of varying depths are left on it, traces of people walking across it over the years.

Wu Yue slowly walked up.

Strangely, even though it was a perfectly normal scene—bright daylight and her friends were behind her—she felt uneasy.