When she returned to Zeng’s villa, Grandma Zeng had warmly left a bowl of bitter gourd and pork rib soup for Xiao Xian.
Lately, the weather had been dry and Xiao Xian had been busy at the mat shop, needing to drink more bitter gourd soup to cool down. However, it was already past seven o’clock and Xiao Xian had not co back yet, which made Grandma Zeng worry once again.
Zeng Xuerou was starting to get worried too. She wasn’t worried about Xiao Xian encountering thieves or robbers, as the public security in the city was quite good. What she worried about was Xiao Xian running into soone from the Xu Family, and now there was even Commissioner John from the UK, "It seems that the life of a Cultivator is much more perilous than that of ordinary people."
Despite her worries, Xuerou forced herself to calm down and moved a chair to sit on the balcony.
Ever since she discovered that she also possessed a superpower, she had discussed with Xiao Xian the difference between superpowers and Cultivators.
Xuerou thought that Xiao Xian, being a "Senior" Cultivator, would be able to give her so advice. However, when she actually asked, Xiao Xian was not very knowledgeable and concluded that she needed to train her five senses and sixth sense more.
Tonight, Mrs. Zeng was ho, so Xuerou didn’t dare to just drive around recklessly. She could only do as Xiao Xian often did, sitting on the deserted balcony, closing her eyes, listening to the nightti sounds of insects and birds, and calming her mind.
After repeatedly practicing several tis, Xuerou discovered that she no longer needed to touch a car to perceive the world with her eyes closed. Initially, there was darkness, but gradually, the light of street lamps appeared in her mind.
The rustling sound of magnolia leaves stirred by the wind and the resting insects on the leaves interrupted her remote vision exercise. Soone tapped on Xuerou’s shoulder.
When she opened her eyes, Xiao Xian was standing behind her, his face covered in sweat.
"Why didn’t you co back for dinner? Grandma left so soup for you," Xuerou noticed that when Xiao Xian approached, she had no sensation, which ant her superpower did not work on him.
Was it only ineffective on Xiao Xian, or on all Cultivators, or perhaps those Cultivators stronger than her? That would require more ti to figure out.
"Let’s not talk about that right now, Xuerou. The tin box I brought from ho, did you take care of it? Where is it?" On the bus ride ho, Xiao Xian searched his mind to confirm if the old Yu Shan Yang in the nursing ho was indeed the sa person he rembered.
In the front page of Party Constitution belonging to Zhu Shijun, the first na listed was Yu Shan Yang.
"That tin box? It accidentally got soaked with water and damp when the Hourly Worker was cleaning a while ago. Grandma saw it and scolded the Hourly Worker, then put it on the coffee table in the living room to dry," the old-fashioned tin box looked quite ordinary.
However, Grandma Zeng said that it was a box from a caral shop in Beijing. The older generation loved that shop’s caral, but unfortunately, the candy maker who made the caral had died and his craftsmanship had not been passed down, so that caral was no longer available. Seeing the box reminded the old lady of old tis.
Xiao Xian hurriedly went to the living room and took out the tin box from under the coffee table. After opening it, the bankbook and Party Constitution inside were still intact.
Grandma Zeng, wearing reading glasses, was watching a TV drama, and Mrs. Zeng was sitting beside her. Seeing Xiao Xian bent over to enter, "Xiao Xian, you’re back. Have you had your al? Should grandma heat up the rice for you?"
"No, grandma, please keep watching. I just need to find sothing and then I’ll go back to my room to discuss with Xuerou," Xiao Xian quickly took the box and ran into the room.
Mrs. Zeng glanced at Xiao Xian’s retreating figure. After dinner, Mrs. Zeng had accidentally opened that tin box, thinking Grandma Zeng was secretly eating candy again, which would be bad as the elderly shouldn’t eat too much sugar. But upon opening it, she discovered it contained a bankbook and a Party Constitution.
The bankbook was soone else’s private matter, so Mrs. Zeng didn’t look through it. However, that Party Constitution made Mrs. Zeng quite curious; a kid of her age owning such an old version of the Party Constitution.
After returning to the room, Xiao Xian imdiately took out that Party Constitution.
Unlike the vast majority of Beijing pupils raised under the red flag, Xiao Xian had attended a temple primary school, making her sowhat of a non-mainstream graduate.
There were many experiences common to many pupils, such as doing eye exercises to music broadcast, standing stiffly during flag-raising like a javelin, or wearing a red scarf under the envious gazes of others—none of these she had any concept of.
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