When Luo Shimiao returned to her room, the first thing she did was change her pants.
She went to the balcony to get her pants and saw a three-story villa diagonally across the street. An old man was lying in a rocking chair in the yard, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. She remembered that the old man had a horse, and she remembered seeing him ride it out in a cool way last time. Her eyes lit up and she smiled.
Lan Xinyue went upstairs to find Luo Shimiao: "Goddess Miaomiao, what's your task this afternoon?"
Before you see him, you hear his voice.
Luo Shimiao came out of the room and said, "Let's go pick peaches at Peach Mountain. What about you?"
"We'll go to a bubble tea shop to learn how to make bubble tea, and we'll bring you a cup when we come back."
"Okay, okay, I'll have a large one."
"No problem." Lan Xinyue put her index finger and thumb together and gave an OK sign.
After lunch, while Gu Nian was clearing away the dishes, Luo Shimiao ran across the street to find the old man.
"Good afternoon, sir. Are you listening to music?"
Jiang Guoqiang opened his eyes and saw a pretty little girl lying on the railing.
"Whose child are you?"
Luo Shimiao smiled and said, "I'm here in Hushi to record a program, and I'm temporarily staying in the house across the street."
He pointed to the four-story villa behind him.
"Oh? What show? Life is so boring, I'll watch something to kill time when I have some free time."
Luo Shimiao waved his hand and said, "Hey! If you're not interested, it's not good. It's all about the little things that happen between young couples. It's so boring. You might as well listen to music."
In the living room on the first floor, Director He said to his assistant, "Go and buy me a knife later. The tip should be sharp, the blade should be razor-sharp, and the longer the better."
"Yes, I listen to it for a while every day; I feel uncomfortable if I don't."
Luo Shimiao said, "Grandpa, I saw you riding a horse in the street the other day and you looked so cool. I was so envious. Your horse is really well-bred. It's plump and strong, with a shiny coat, and it looks majestic and imposing."
Hearing Luo Shimiao say this, Jiang Guoqiang sat up, his eyes bright and alert: "Young lady, you have good taste. I've raised it for many years and often ride it to buy groceries."
"I can ride a horse too. Grandpa, can I sing you a song and lend you your horse?" She looked at Jiang Guoqiang expectantly with bright, sparkling eyes.
"So, all you've been saying is that you want to borrow my horse."
Luo Shimiao stuck out her tongue: "Well, we need to build up some groundwork. Why not just say it directly? But I'm telling the truth, the horse is really good."
Jiang Guoqiang lay back down, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, and said slowly, "Sing me two songs. If you're satisfied, I might consider lending them to you."
Luo Shimiao's eyes lit up; there was hope. He used his hands to support himself on the railing and climbed over.
Jiang Guoqiang raised an eyebrow, wondering if this kid was a little too adept at scaling walls.
"Sir, do you enjoy listening to the Great Compassion Mantra?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Jiang Guoqiang's eyes: "You can sing?"
Yes, I hear it all the time.
Jiang Guoqiang brought a small stool for Luo Shimiao.
"Thank you, sir."
“My surname is Jiang, and everyone calls me Lao Jiang. I really like this song and listen to it every day. I didn’t expect that a young person likes it too. You have a very discerning eye. If I ever pass away, have my son burn some for me after I’m buried.”
Luo Shimiao's lips twitched. He had heard of loving someone even in death, but he had never heard of listening to someone even in death. This was truly an extreme love for the Great Compassion Mantra.
Clearing her throat and straightening her body, she uttered sacred Sanskrit words. The soothing melody, combined with Luo Shimiao's clear voice, had a calming and relaxing effect on the mind and body.
Jiang Guoqiang was startled. He went inside, took a futon, placed it on the ground, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and looked pleased.
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—【Wow, she's started cultivating now?】
—【Haha, is this old man serious?】
—【Let's do some post-production and add a halo of light behind Luo Shimiao.】
—【It actually sounds pretty good】
Even after the song ended, Grandpa Jiang was still deeply moved.
Luo Shimiao waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Uncle Jiang?"
Grandpa Jiang seemed not to hear, his eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips.
Luo Shimiao's heart tightened. Had he sent the person away? Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Just as Luo Shimiao was lost in thought, Grandpa Jiang suddenly opened his eyes and said in a strong voice, "Good, good, good, I feel so refreshed after listening to it. It's better than any other version I've ever heard."
Luo Shimiao was startled and took a step back. Why was this old man so easily startled?
Jiang Guoqiang said excitedly, "Sing it again, and I'll record it. I'll lend you the horse; you can ride it for as long as you want."
"Okay, no problem."
Luo Shimiao sat next to Grandpa Jiang and sang it to him again. She also requested a few songs that she had never heard of before. She made a special effort to look them up. Goodness, when the songs were released, she wasn't even an embryo. She had to learn and sing them on the spot.
They successfully borrowed the horse and called Gu Nian to detain him.
He patted the horse's back, a bright smile spreading across his face: "Gu Nian, I've found a 'vehicle,' a real BMW. What do you think? Not bad, right?"
His face screamed, "Praise me! Praise me!"
Gu Nian patted her head and said, "You're amazing."
“Then let’s go to Peach Mountain.” Luo Shimiao’s smile widened.
"good"
Luo Shimiao deftly and gracefully flipped onto the horse's back, with Gu Nian following closely behind.
Gu Nian gripped the reins, holding Luo Shimiao in his arms, and squeezed the horse's belly with his legs: "Giddy up!"
Upon seeing this, the staff quickly drove after them.
He attracted a lot of attention along the way. Since there were no turn signals, Luo Shimiao used his hands instead, waving his left hand to turn left and his right hand to turn right.
Half an hour later, at Momoyama.
Taoshan, as the name suggests, is a mountain covered with peach trees.
There's no entrance fee to go up the mountain, as long as you buy more than two kilograms of peaches when you come down.
Luo Shimiao found a shady spot to tie the horse up, gave it water and food, and then went up the mountain with Gu Nian.
Gu Nian walked behind with the basket, while Luo Shimiao had long since disappeared.
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—[Warning! Warning! Monkeys have entered the mountains to steal peaches!]
—【Peaches, hide quickly!】
—When monkeys enter the mountains, peaches suffer.
Luo Shimiao wandered among the peach trees, searching for large, round, and red peaches.
In no time, they had picked half a basketful.
Luo Shimiao put the freshly picked, juicy peach into the container, looked at a tall peach tree on the mountaintop, and said, "That tree is probably ten years old. The older the tree, the sweeter the fruit. Old baby, here I come."
Gu Nian gently shook her head and followed.
Luo Shimiao ran up the mountain, stepped on the tree trunks, and climbed up in a few quick movements.
They threw the picked peaches to Gu Nian, and the peaches piled up higher and higher.
"Miaomiao, that's enough, there's no more room."
"Oh? So fast? I haven't had enough picking yet."
"That's enough, come down now."
"Okay."
Looking regretfully at the bright red peaches on the tree, I clapped my hands and slid down the trunk.
"Uh..." Luo Shimiao pouted as she looked at Gu Nian, her hands and feet hanging limply at her sides: "It's stuck..."
Luo Shimiao's pants loop at the back was hooked, hanging her on the tree.
Gu Nian: "............."
He sighed, walked over, placed his hand under her armpit, and lifted her down.
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