Little White Bird
The man in white didn't mince words either, sitting down and taking a sip of tea: "Brother, you're really impatient. But since we've finally found a companion, I'll just say two words, and you'll understand. 21st century, time travel."
You Youju's mind went blank for a moment, then she made a mysterious gesture before saying with a normal expression, "The senior asked how you traveled here and what year you came from?"
The man in white immediately became excited: "Holy crap! What else could it be! I crashed into a car! I'd probably be dead by now. And I even transmigrated into the body of a good-for-nothing rich kid, damn it! Luckily his family isn't poor. Otherwise, I would have died long ago in the last six months. I'm from 2012."
You Youju looked him up and down, clearly disbelieving: "You? What were you doing before the accident?"
The man in white seemed to have been called out, and he looked at You Youju suspiciously: "What else can we do but sit?"
You Youju continued, "Do you know what dynasty this is?"
The man in white scratched his head: "I really don't know. I don't think this dynasty exists in our country's history."
You Youju looked at him very solemnly and nodded.
The man in white looked completely bewildered, then, as if suddenly realizing something, he opened his mouth wide, tears welling up in his eyes. His fingertips trembled as he pointed at You Youju, exclaiming dramatically, "You...you...you wouldn't happen to be that...that...that senior, would you?!"
You Youju nodded solemnly again: "That's right. Brother..."
The man in white cried out, "Brother!"
"brother!"
"brother!"
They were truly kindred spirits, their eyes brimming with tears as they clung to each other tightly, laughing and crying as if they had found longtime friends.
Anyway, this was the scene that Song Song and his group saw when they opened the door: two grown men kneeling on the ground, embracing each other, reluctant to part.
"uncle…"
"elder brother…"
"Huh? Brother You! You!"
"...Young Master Zhu seems to have left in anger..."
In short, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and You Youju explained that the person was from her hometown, which was why the two of them were so excited.
You Youju introduced everyone to the man in white, emphasizing that Zhu Xun was her nephew.
The man in white didn't mince words and said frankly, "Brother, you're pretty good. You're very well integrated into this society and you even know magic! Unlike me, I'm just an ordinary person."
"Um... Hello everyone! My name is Xiao Baiyao!"
"Pfft!" You Youju spat out a mouthful of tea.
Everyone's expressions were somewhat strange, especially Song Song, who couldn't help but laugh.
Zhu Xun used a handkerchief to wipe the water stains off You Youju, not wanting to pay any attention to it.
You Youju asked, "Is this your real name? Little White Bird?"
Xiao Baiyao blushed: "Hey, hey, hey, have you no manners?! Xiao means brave, and Yao means no news at all!"
You Youju also smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Song Song stood up: "Alright, stop speaking your hometown dialect, let's eat, I'm starving."
Time finally passed amidst the little white bird's constant chirping and asking questions. Reluctantly, he returned home, promising to come and bother him again tomorrow.
You Youju counted the fragments of the Floating Rain Jade in her hand, piecing them together into a semicircle. Frustrated, she toyed with them, saying, "Sigh, this piece is missing, and I don't know where the other one is. You're my lifesaver! Damn it, I haven't finished the novel, and even though it's almost the finale, the protagonist hasn't fully summoned the divine sword. I really want to know where the last piece is! I finally gathered all the right conditions—perfect timing, perfect location, and all the good guys—and the mobs hadn't turned into insane bosses yet. I was progressing smoothly all the way through, but then I got stuck at the crucial moment. So annoying!"
When Zhu Xun entered the room, he saw You Youju lying on the table, scratching her hair, with half a pink jade stone in her other hand, looking very troubled.
He sat down next to You Youju and fumbled around on his body. A moment later, he picked up another small piece of jade and pieced it together with the one in You Youju's hand. Instantly, the jade became hot and its color deepened.
You Youju, burned, let go of the jade, placed it on the table, and stared at Zhu Xun in surprise: "Where did you get this?"
Zhu brushed aside a few strands of hair that were blowing in front of her, her expression gentle: "Do you still remember He Gui?"
You Youju nodded: "Did you find his natal stone?"
Zhu Xun took a comb from the dressing table and stood behind You Youju to tidy his messy hair. The candlelight flickered and danced.
"Wait a minute, you're with us all day, where did you find it? You must be incredibly resourceful!" Could it be that Zhu Xun has been secretly practicing other cultivation techniques all along?! This is not good.
A soft chuckle came from behind, a warm hand resting on the back of his head, gently combing away the tangled strands of hair: "Pfft, if I didn't tell you, my uncle's brain would probably be fried."
You Youju patted his sleeve as a slight punishment: "Oh! Stop keeping me in suspense, your uncle really wants to know!"
Zhu Xun picked up a strand of hair and gently rubbed it between her fingers: "That day he said he was going back. Before he left, I went to his house. He had already turned into a piece of wood and couldn't move. Under the shrine, he asked me to put him on it. I did as he asked, and then he passed away peacefully. This piece of jade fell out at that time. It looked familiar to me, and I thought my uncle had one too, so I kept it and forgot to give it to you."
You Youju stared at the jade on the table, feeling a bit disoriented: "So, his natal spirit stone really is just a spirit stone..."
"Yes, I think so." He let go of her hand and stroked his hair. "Uncle, get some rest."
You Youju used her hairpin to transfer the Floating Rain Spirit Jade into her treasure bag, secretly delighted: "At least three-quarters of it is in my hands, neither of them will get any benefit. Hehe, they won't fight."
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