The plum tree is still there, but the man who sat meditating beside her is nowhere to be found.
Chen Yunyun opened the system panel out of boredom, and Rong Yan's favorability rating of "100%" was still displayed.
I wonder how he's doing now, and if he still has plenty of meat to eat every meal.
"Mother, look, my little brother can draw now."
After Chen Yunyun transmigrated, she took good care of him, so he didn't suffer much hardship. His soft, fleshy body was very comfortable to hug.
Xu Jingsheng is now over two years old. He can speak simple short sentences, walk on his own, and sometimes picks wildflowers from the roadside to give to Chen Yunyun.
He is young, but his observation skills are quite good.
For example, back then, he immediately latched onto Rong Yan's reliable and powerful backer. To avoid being bothered by the little crybaby, Rong Yan showered him with many good things.
The green jadeite, red agate, and gilded vase—each of these pieces would be incredibly valuable in later generations.
After Rong Yan left, Xu Jingsheng cried for two days, which also made Chen Yunyun feel depressed.
Fortunately, the little guy quickly discovered other things that interested him, such as poking and prodding the ground with a stick.
When Xu Jingtian noticed, the outline of the drawing was already visible on the ground.
"Jingsheng, what are you drawing?"
Chen Yunyun lazily got up from her bamboo chair and slowly walked behind Xu Jingsheng.
Last night's rain made the soil in the yard soft, so children could easily trace marks with a stick.
He drew what looked like an animal, with a long, majestic tail and four strong claws, the tips of which were so sharp they seemed capable of cutting through the void.
He drew a dragon.
Chen Yunyun's thoughts drifted far away; Rong Yan's true form seemed to be a dragon.
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