CHAPTER 857: CHAPTER 952: SURE! I’LL DO IT WITH YOU!

They stayed a night in Las Vegas and then went to Sanibel Island.

There, is a paradise of seashells.

Because half of the beaches there are covered with shells, from pearly white, light yellow, pink, light purple to black, many of which have patterns.

An Xiaoyu happily collected shells and said with a smile, "Honey, I want to make these shells into wind chimes!"

Shen Yufeng laughed, "Sure! I’ll help you!"

He accompanied An Xiaoyu to collect shells, and the two had great fun together.

Shen Yufeng stepped forward, just about to cross over, but An Xiaoyu reached out to block his way.

"Honey, look over there..."

Shen Yufeng looked in the direction An Xiaoyu pointed and saw that there were conchs slowly crawling on the beach, leaving behind trails.

They were so lucky. Although there were many people picking shells on the beach, no one took them away because they were living creatures belonging to this place. Watching the cute way the little conchs crawled, An Xiaoyu laughed.

"So cute! Even though it’s so small, it’s so resilient."

Shen Yufeng laughed, "There are plenty of cute little things, how about I take you to see the dolphins in a while?"

An Xiaoyu nodded.

Later, Shen Yufeng rented a yacht and took An Xiaoyu out to sea.

By the shore, An Xiaoyu saw white egrets, red-beaked red egrets, and flocks of water birds on the beach, gracefully flying and playing by the water, appearing so leisurely and relaxed.

On the sea, An Xiaoyu saw groups of dolphins swimming freely, and even some playful dolphins were following their yacht, trailing them all the way.

This small island was full of vibrant life, making one feel refreshed.

In the evening, the two of them dined in a small restaurant, the environment warm and elegant. When the waiter brought the plates, An Xiaoyu noticed wheat patterns on them, but beside the wheat, it actually said "this–is–love."

An Xiaoyu was a bit puzzled.

"How is wheat supposed to be love?"

So, An Xiaoyu stopped the waiter and asked him to explain.

The handsome young man smiled and said, "This plate was specially ordered by our boss, and many customers ask us this question when they see it."

Under the young man’s explanation, An Xiaoyu learned that the pattern and letters on this plate were related to the philosopher Socrates and his student Plato.

Plato could never figure out what love really was, so one day he went to ask his teacher Socrates.

"Teacher, what exactly is love?"

Socrates didn’t answer his question. Instead, he took him to a golden wheat field and said, "Go into the wheat field and pick a stalk of wheat you think is perfect, remember, you can only pick once, and you cannot turn back."

So, Plato followed his teacher’s instructions and walked into the wheat field.

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyu asked, "So, did Plato finally pick a stalk of wheat?"

The waiter smiled and shook his head, "No."

An Xiaoyu was taken aback, "Why?"

Before the waiter could answer, Shen Yufeng had already laughed.

"I think I know why. Because Socrates said he could only pick once and couldn’t turn back. Maybe during his walk through the field, he saw a big, golden stalk. But he thought to himself, maybe there’s a better one ahead, so he gave up picking it. But the further he went, the more he realized, the remaining ones weren’t as good as the ones before. The most perfect one, he had long missed. He wanted to turn back, but it was impossible. So, he could only leave empty-handed, with nothing but regret."