CHAPTER 593: CHAPTER 109_3

This way, the misfortune that was supposed to happen after another month can be brought forward to now.

Deceiving them like this isn’t a matter of morality or immorality. I’m here now, if anything comes out, I can deal with it. If I’m not around, who knows if this old couple will be in danger when things happen.

After writing, Li Zhiyuan tore off the Heart Clearing Charm from Mr. Xue’s forehead, and left the room with Run Sheng, went downstairs, exited the house, and left the compound.

Mr. Xue slowly woke up, sat up from the bed, his eyes showing a contemplative look, savoring the words that echoed in his mind.

"Was it a dream?"

But soon, Mr. Xue realized it might not be a dream, as he saw the words from the dream on the floor and the walls.

"We can’t celebrate the whole birthday; it’s not good for Liangliang’s marriage and offspring. We need to do it sooner, the faster the better!"

Mr. Xue hurried downstairs, he needed to discuss this with his wife.

Thus, Mrs. Xue, who had just started card games and hadn’t played many rounds, was pulled back by her husband.

Mrs. Xue wanted to wait until she finished the game, but Mr. Xue urged that there was no time, and they must return to their bedroom at home promptly.

The old ladies around the card table and watching laughed while covering their mouths, one of them even joked:

"You better go back quickly, your man can’t wait any longer."

Mrs. Xue’s face turned red, and she had no option but to follow Mr. Xue home.

After closing the door, Mr. Xue told Mrs. Xue about the dreaming of the immortal, and took her upstairs to the bedroom to see those words.

However, the words that were once visible had now all disappeared.

But this disappearance made Mr. Xue more convinced of his thoughts, making the matter seem even more real.

"We have to celebrate the birthday sooner, the earlier the better."

Although Mrs. Xue didn’t see the words, since the matter involved seeing their grandson, she agreed out of the belief that it’s better to believe it than ignore it:

"Right, let’s celebrate it sooner."

"How about tomorrow?"

"How can we prepare the food and hire chefs so suddenly? We can’t invite people today and expect them to come tomorrow."

"That’s true, so what should we do, when is the earliest we can do it?"

"Besides, you’ve already informed people of the birthday date, do we have to reject each one of them now?"

"Yes..."

At this moment, the sound of a door opening came from another room.

Mr. and Mrs. Xue came out of their room and saw Li Zhiyuan standing at the door.

"Xiao Yuan, you came back?"

"I left in a hurry and forgot to take my paints," said Li Zhiyuan, waving the paint box in his hand, "Uncle Xue, Aunt Xue, what were you arguing about in the room?"

"It was like this..." Mr. Xue explained the situation, regarding Xiao Yuan as an adult in these past few days of communication.

"That’s easy to handle. How to celebrate the birthday doesn’t matter, tomorrow just invite some close relatives and neighbors over for a meal, setting up one big round table will do.

As for the event one month later, when Brother Liangliang will return, let it be under his name, thanking friends and relatives for their help during his absence as he hasn’t been home for a long time.

If anyone asks why it’s not for a birthday, Uncle Xue, you just say a fortune teller advised you to do so, everyone will understand."

"Xiao Yuan’s suggestion is good. Let’s do it this way," Mrs. Xue clapped her hands.

"Right, let’s do that, tomorrow... no, go buy groceries now, tomorrow we’ll set up the table."

"Wouldn’t buying fresh in the morning also do?"

"Did you forget? On the birthday morning, we need to visit the ancestral grave, if you go shopping in the morning, how will you handle the offerings?"

"Right, I forgot, I’ll go shopping now."

Hearing "visiting the ancestral grave," Li Zhiyuan’s expression sharpened, and after Mrs. Xue went downstairs, he asked Mr. Xue, "Uncle Xue, is it customary here to visit the ancestral grave before celebrating the birthday?"

"Yes, it’s one of our customs here, sort of informing the ancestors, letting them also join in the joy."

"Then Uncle Xue, can I and Run Sheng join you in the morning?"

"The ancestral grave is on the hill behind, the road isn’t easy and we have to go before dawn, Xiao Yuan, you don’t have to..."

"Uncle Xue, we have a custom in Nantong as well, that when visiting someone’s house, if they are going to pray to their ancestors, we should also join in."

"Alright then, when it’s time to go tomorrow, I’ll come call you."

"Okay, Uncle, I’ll wait for you."

"Are you not going to paint anymore?"

"I won’t paint anymore, Uncle Xue, I’ll write birthday couplets and a birthday character for you, I’m quite good at calligraphy."

"Great, great, that’s really kind of you, Xiao Yuan."

Li Zhiyuan returned to his room.

Visit the ancestral grave?

Li Zhiyuan remembered, the accident happened to Fatty Wu’s future parents-in-law right after they came back from the grave.

The old couple were busy preparing food until evening, while Li Zhiyuan had written the birthday couplets and character early.

Around four in the morning, Mr. Xue came knocking at the door.

He simply knocked softly, whispering, thinking the young men wouldn’t wake up so he would go on his own.

Unexpectedly, just as he knocked, the door opened; both of them were packed, ready to go.

Mr. Xue said, "You don’t need to carry so much."

"No worries, we are used to it, let’s go, Uncle Xue."

"Alright then."

Mrs. Xue didn’t go, but if Liangliang had been home, he would have had to join.

Mr. Xue originally had a carrying pole with two baskets, the baskets carrying offerings and candles.

Seeing this, Run Sheng simply picked up both.

"How can I let you, it’s heavy."

Run Sheng shook his head: "It’s very light."

Leaving the town, they headed towards the hill behind; thanks to Run Sheng carrying the load with such energy, it considerably shortened the journey.