Chapter Seven, the young woman is like a flower, at the tender age of eighteen

"Uncle, are you leaving already?" The old village chief's eyes rolled around. "Is it because of work? Don't worry, we can forget about that job. In our village, you can choose any house you like and live comfortably for the rest of your life."

When they finally found the village chief after going around in circles, he was holding a meeting in the grand auditorium of the high-tech village, while Li Guo quietly waited outside with the little girl and the sword fairy, An An, until the meeting concluded

After the old village chief left, Li Guo began to wander around the villa area with two little followers. It must be said that this place is truly a paradise on earth. Not only does every household have a car, but Li Guo even saw a child playing video games on a rear-projection color television. In his childhood, he could only play with a small霸王 game console and pirated cartridges that combined four or eight games.

"That's right, this sister will never find a home again. What do you think, should we leave her to wander alone, or should we give her a home?" Li Guo gently guided the little girl, "What if Xin Xin is in trouble?"

This time, the village chief did not say much more; he knew that the Li family was of the same character, and nothing could bring them back, not even death. So he merely nodded and sighed deeply: "Uncle, make sure to come back and visit often; this is our hometown, and we must not forget it"

Yet, with her cheeks flushed, Mo Chou allowed Li Guo to guide her hand as she signed her name on the basketball. Although the signature was crooked and not particularly beautiful, it could be considered a way to pass the test.

"Xiaoxin, you must understand the current situation of Sister Mochou. If others find out, she could be taken away for experiments." Li Guo gently patted Xiaoxin's head and said, "When you grow up, you will definitely be more beautiful than Sister Mochou."

Mo Chou's face displayed a mixture of confusion and curiosity, yet she merely nodded subconsciously in response to Li Guo's instructions. The sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon illuminated her face, making it appear tender and translucent, with a serene expression in her eyes

The village chief shook his head: "The Li family village spent nearly 500 million on purchasing land, building houses, and contracting the mountain top."

The village chief spoke, tears nearly streaming down his face. Li Guo found it difficult to offer comfort; he knew that the bell tower stranger, whose name he didn't even know, had left yesterday, and no one knew where he had gone. The village chief's tears were genuine; if one could fake such a gaze, then this person would be beyond saving.

"Dad, you are truly a good person!" The little girl, moved to tears, hugged Li Guo's neck and began to act cute, saying: "Dad, can you really be Xin Xin's dad?"

Mo Chou looked at Li Guo in confusion, her expression surprisingly showing a hint of panic.

"Of course it's a star. We are filming "The Legend of the Sword and Fairy 5," and she is playing the female lead. Today we came to take some location shots with her," Li Guo said, turning to look at Mo Chou. "Right, Mo Chou?"

Upon hearing this sentence, Li Guo recalled the landlady, who had a large bust, a slim waist, and wore small gold-rimmed glasses. However, the moment he thought of the two Uzi submachine guns in her cabinet, he was instantly filled with dread

Now Li Guo really does not want the little girl to return to her strange mother. What could such a tiny girl have experienced, and what kind of ideological indoctrination has she undergone, to become this way? If she is not instilled with concepts such as "the world is actually filled with understanding, trust, and love," I truly do not know what she will become in the future

"Uncle, I truly want to keep you here," the village chief said, his eyes welling up with tears. "Without the Zong family, I will lose my backbone."

"Mo Chou, wake up." Li Guo ultimately found no success as he gently shook Mo Chou, who was sleeping on the sword, awake: "Let's eat something."

Li Guo chuckled foolishly and stuffed the credit card back into the village chief's pocket: "Three thousand jin of gold, is that enough to build your village?"

The young boys who received the signatures were surprised at how poorly the celebrities wrote, but that is not the main point. It is important to understand that with her appearance, even if Mo Chou did not know that the "March of the Volunteers" is the national anthem, she could still become a super star.

At that moment, the village chief, with his hands behind his back and a cigarette in his mouth, walked over unsteadily. Upon seeing Li Guo, he greeted him, saying: "Uncle, I have bought the clothes. I have also taken care of Aunt's household registration."

Mo Chou rubbed her eyes, her gaze slightly weary, with faint traces of tears, resembling a kitten just awakened: "My lord, will Mo Chou really never be able to return again"

Li Guo chuckled, knowing that most people here did not recognize him. Therefore, compared to the elderly men who were extremely reserved in his presence, Li Guo preferred these young individuals who were sweating profusely in the middle of winter.

Li Guo was taken aback: "So soon?"

When Li Guo handed the ball and the pen to Mo Chou, her face suddenly darkened with sorrow. The marker was thick and sturdy, and Mo Chou's small hand could not grasp it at all, as she held it in a way similar to how one would hold a brush.

This name, Li Guo, is likely quoted from Wang Changling's "Out of the Frontier," and its meaning aligns well with Mo Chou's identity. But what is the significance of this birthday

Mo Chou raised her eyes in thought, then smiled sweetly: "My lord, after the New Year, I will be eighteen in terms of nominal age."

This kind of thinking pattern, akin to playing Go, can only be possessed by someone like grandfather, who has spent a lifetime dealing with people. In contrast, a robust middle-aged man like Li Guo's father, who has spent most of his life dealing with urea, can only urge Li Guo and his mother daily to hurry up and find a wife.

The little girl propped her chin up and thought for a long time, suddenly raising her head: "Xinxin will shoot her dead!"

As this young man approached, the other boys who were playing ball gradually gathered around. When they saw Mo Chou's appearance, each of them displayed an expression of astonishment as if they had encountered something extraordinary

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the little sword fairy, Chu Chu, the kind-hearted Li Guo's heart softened instantly. He sighed and said, "I will do my best to find a way to send you back. You don't need to call me 'husband'; just call me Li Guo."

"The new new meeting will cry." The little girl nodded seriously: "It will definitely cry."

Mo Chou stubbornly shook her head: "A husband is a husband; one day is a lifetime. Mo Chou has no regrets. However, if the husband were to commit any heinous acts that offend heaven and reason, Mo Chou would surely shatter alongside him."

"Mo Chou, how old are you?" Li Guo tilted his head and asked near Mo Chou's fragrant and soft ear: "Be specific."

The little boys walked away happily, while Mo Chou stood to the side with a flushed face, lost in thought. Only the quiet little girl, with a look of discontent and a pouting expression, appeared exceptionally cute.

Li Guo smiled and shook his head, not responding. He casually flipped open Mo Chou's household registration book, and the name was quite nice: Li Yueguan, with the date of birth clearly stated as October 1, 1994

Upon hearing these words, Li Guo's hair stood on end, and he felt an overwhelming gratitude towards his father for teaching him how to be a good person with bamboo strips since childhood. After all, he was still completely unaware of the standards of the "little sword immortal" regarding what constitutes "immoral behavior." It is important to note that in ancient times, flirting with unmarried women was considered a grave offense.

Li Guo pointed at the little sword fairy and said, "Can you help her get a set of clothes? We are going back, and it is inconvenient for her to be dressed like this"

They all nodded, each shouting that anyone who dared to take a photo would have their dog legs broken.

"Dad, why are you so concerned about her? Xinxin doesn't like her." The little girl looked aggrieved, as if with the arrival of the little sword fairy, Li Guo was no longer her Li Guo.

"Do not seek a single tile from others." The old village chief shouted this resounding slogan without a second thought, but then his face turned sour: "But uncle, we are relatives. You toil outside while we enjoy the wealth left by our ancestors here. Ershuan... it feels guilty."

Indeed, Li Guo ultimately felt that any name would tarnish the essence of this sword fairy girl. If a name were casually assigned, it would be akin to a multinational chain restaurant naming itself "Come Again".

After shaking for a long time, there are a bunch of names, but they all happen to be things like Li Defu, Li Diao, Li Nai'er, Li Baolian... Li Guo originally thought that these names for women's products were quite pleasant and charming, but with the addition of the character 'Li', they all sound so awkward, especially that Li Defu. What on earth is this thing?

Li Guo : `` ... ... ''

"Could you please sign this for us? You are so beautiful." The young man at the forefront mustered his courage to make a small request to Mo Chou: "Just one signature, on the ball."

"Village Chief, could you please refrain from this?" Li Guo truly cannot endure these ridiculous rules. Seeing a group of elderly people kneeling and bowing to him makes him feel particularly uncomfortable and out of sorts: "I actually want to ask you to help me with something."

It is better to think of a name quickly. The rocking chair of Li Guo creaked as it said: "What would be a good name for Li?"

At this point, the young girl finally beamed with joy, wrapping her arms around Li Guo's neck and giving his cheek an exaggerated kiss. Rather than being a reward, it seemed more like a show of defiance towards Mo Chou

Thus, Li Guo set aside the matter of naming and spent a full half hour helping Xiao Xin Xin to re-establish her empathy for others, at least for Xiao Jian Xian.

When the old village chief walked out of the auditorium with his briefcase and saw Li Guo waiting outside, he was about to kneel down and call him "uncle," but was forcibly supported by Li Guo.

"Xinxin, what happened? Who upset you?" Li Guo held her in his arms, his face looking fierce: "Who bullied my Xinxin? I will go help you teach him a lesson"

"With money, they are public servants." The old village chief smiled proudly and said, "Without money, they are the officials who act as parents."

"Don't call me uncle anymore. Just call me by my nickname... call me Li Guo." Li Guo smiled at the old village chief, showing his white teeth, and said, "Could you please hurry up with your business? I still need to get back."

Li Guo tapped his forehead, turned to Mo Chou's back, extended one hand to grasp her hand, while the other hand steadied the ball in her grasp. Their posture resembled Li Guo embracing Mo Chou from behind, which elicited a cheer from the group of boys, and even a few shouts of "Kiss her, kiss her!" seemed to come from nowhere.

You men can't seem to move when you see a beautiful woman. Especially Dad, who is so biased. " Little Xin struggled a bit in Li Guo's embrace, not wanting him to hold her, yet her expression still looked like that of a victim.

Li Guo was taken aback. He turned his head to glance at Mo Chou and found her still lost in thought. Therefore, he solemnly nodded to the little girl and assured her: "I will only hug Xin Xin"

The old village chief nodded repeatedly: "You speak, you speak. Anything is fine."

Of course, he also understood his grandfather's meaning. This was in reference to Li Guo; Li Jia Village would be Li Guo's final refuge. If Li Guo were to achieve nothing in his lifetime, then Li Jia Village could still ensure that he lived a life free from worries about food and clothing, and even his descendants would not have to fret.

The young sword immortal was not in a hurry, lying on her long sword, basking in the sun and taking a short nap

Li Guo laughed heartily and pinched the little girl's nose: "What would you do if one day Xin Xin suddenly went to a very far place where no one could find her"

"Is she a star?" A shy young man, with steam rising from his body and a ring of fine fuzz around his mouth, approached Li Guo while holding a ball and timidly pointed at Mo Chou, asking Li Guo, "Could you give us an autograph?"

Naming is a challenging task, especially when it comes to giving a name to a beautiful and ethereal girl like Xiao Jianxian, who resembles an alien. If the name is too artistic or ostentatious, it does not match her snowflake-like temperament. However, if one were to choose a common name like Jin Hua or Zhao Di, it would not be in line with her appearance.

Li Guo listened to this simple rural dialect and smiled knowingly: "It must be in the family teachings of the Li family."

As they wandered about, the little girl grew tired. Li Guo sat beside her at the basketball court in the village, holding her in his arms. On the court, several young men were playing basketball. Mo Chou was filled with innocent curiosity about the world, asking questions about everything she saw, and Li Guo patiently explained everything to her.

Li ... ... Li Yu ... ... No, no, that's too domineering. " Li Guo sat awkwardly on the bench, leisurely basking in the sun while holding the little girl: "What do you think would be a good name?"

Thus, Li Guo racked his brains and exerted tremendous effort but was unable to finalize a specific name

Li Guo understood at that moment that this little girl was feeling jealous. This also shows that not only is same-sex repulsion innate, but jealousy is also an instinct.

"Money is what you earn. With over 1,000 people in Li Family Village, what can 3,000 jin of gold accomplish?" Li Guo patted the old village chief's pocket and said, "Gaining without effort is a great taboo"

Li Guo : `` ... ... ''

Of course, but you must ensure that no photos are taken and posted online. Li Guo took the ball and a marker used for scoring from his hand: "If I see it online, I will have to inform your village chief"

With a light stroke, the clouds hang low, drop by drop... Mo Chou's poem had not yet been finished when Li Guo suddenly grasped her hand. Thus, Mo Chou whispered softly in Li Guo's ear: "My lord, I can transform this brush into a sword. Mo Chou does not know how to wield this brush."

Li Guo stumbled and coughed twice: "Just bring whatever..."

Well done! The old village chief is also a decisive person. After saying his farewell, he turned and walked away. However, just halfway through, he suddenly turned back and looked at Mo Chou: "Uncle, what are the measurements for Aunt? Should it be in European and American style or Japanese and Korean style?"

Really? After all, the little girl is still easy to deceive. After being coaxed by Li Guo for just a couple of sentences, her expression immediately brightened: "Then Dad can only hold Xin Xin in the future, and cannot hold that woman."

Li Guochong, the old village chief, sincerely gave a thumbs up, then hugged the little girl Xin and the young swordsman, following the village chief into a very luxurious office. The village chief personally brewed three cups of tea and placed them in front of the three. He handed Li Guo a large bundle of items and a household registration book that still emitted the smell of ink: "Uncle, Aunt, this identity must be kept confidential. This is the last instruction given to me by the clan, stating that in the future, there will be no clan in Lijia Village. To be honest, I am truly reluctant; without the clan, I, Er Shuanzi, would still be an old bachelor herding cattle to this day."