Chapter 5

Having eaten and finished his homework, Shen Lang asked Fan Jun to stay, "Do you have any plans for the evening? If it's not too much trouble, could you do me a favor? I need to organize and sort things tonight; there are a lot of items from the past couple of days. If I were to do it myself, it would take a long time, but if you help, it would be different."

Both of us have it now, the little one has quite good potential. I have looked at his profile and family background; this little fellow is truly exceptional. At such a young age, he is not impetuous, possesses resilience, is clever and quick-witted, and has a very good foundation. But what a pity?

However, Shen Lang was quite aloof, directly ignoring the old man beside him, as if he couldn't even spare a word. It would be understandable if he knew, but one might think that this old man was merely a child's attendant. Zhu Yong made a considerable effort to suppress his anger, holding back his frustration until he finally managed to calm down. After waiting for quite a while, just as he was about to seize an opportunity to speak, he did not expect Shen Lang to suddenly turn his body around, pulling out the freshly bought flower rolls and a bag of pickled vegetables. Zhu Yong made a considerable effort to suppress his anger, holding back his frustration until he finally managed to calm down. After waiting for quite a while, just as he was about to seize an opportunity to speak, he did not expect Shen Lang to suddenly turn his body around, pulling out the freshly bought flower rolls and a bag of pickled vegetables, and then taking out ten yuan from his pocket. To Zhu Yong's surprise, Shen Lang approached him directly and handed the money over to him, leaving Zhu Yong astonished as he looked at the items and the money in his hands, completely bewildered and unable to understand Shen Lang's intentions.

Zhu Yong thought for a while at www.hetushu.com, then turned his head as if to mutter to himself, yet also as if warning Zhu Feng, saying: "Experience is the best teacher; Xiao Feng, you must be more astute in the future. Sometimes, missing an opportunity can mean a lifetime of regret, and there may never be a chance to make amends."

Zhu Feng, sitting in the driver's seat, listened to the briefing in his headphones while cautiously glancing at Zhu Yong in the back. Noticing that his expression seemed to have returned to normal, he finally spoke softly: "Second Grandpa, please don't blame me for being talkative, but you seem a bit unhappy today! Is it because of that child?"

Fan Jun nodded with a smile, "Alright, but there is one thing to clarify: you need to take care of the meals tomorrow morning. Also, I need to make a phone call home to avoid worrying my dad and mom."

Listening to the child speak in a roundabout way, Zhu Yong became even angrier. Then, with a loud shout of "Oh!", nearly everyone on the street turned to look, bewildered by the old man's sudden outburst. Observing his attire, it seemed quite decent, yet he appeared to be somewhat unhinged. As he noticed the gazes of each passerby, Zhu Yong's face flushed, the veins on his neck bulged, and he glared fiercely at the gradually retreating Shen Lang. After a long while, he finally exhaled, intending to throw the items in his hand to the ground. His hand was already raised, but after some contemplation, he ultimately lowered it gently.

Returning home, Shen Lang felt no regrets or remorse. Events had already transpired, and there were things that could not be avoided by anyone. Even though he yearned deeply, differing ideals led to different aspirations, and one could not generalize. He decided to take his time to seek out his own path, knowing that there would eventually come a day when he would find it.

As he spoke, Zhu Yong felt a deep sense of heartache. Why had he been so reckless last night? Why did he have to show off? Now he had aroused someone's resentment. Children are very vengeful; once they remember something, they are unlikely to forget it for a long time, especially since Shen Lang is such a special child. If only the events of last night had not occurred, how wonderful it would have been to take him under his wing! Now he had caused someone’s displeasure. Children are very vengeful; once they remember something, they are unlikely to forget it for a long time, especially since Shen Lang is such a special child. If only the events of last night had not occurred, how wonderful it would have been to take him under his wing! Lost in thought, Zhu Yong couldn't help but shake his head. After a long while, he sighed softly and said, "I no longer have this fortune. I wonder who else might have this fortune? Looking at the old Taoist's expression, it seems he hasn't had any success either!"

Seeing the old gentleman strolling towards the car, Zhu Feng quickly suppressed her smile and sat there with a serious demeanor. Once back in the car, the old gentleman and the librarian had also regained their composure, placing their belongings beside them. The old gentleman slowly addressed Zhu Feng in front: "Let's head back! Let's keep it simple tonight, just steamed buns and pickled vegetables. It's been so long since I've tasted that flavor; I've almost forgotten what it tastes like. It's even worse than a little child, hum."

Zhu Feng had a moment of inspiration and then instinctively said: "That little boy?"

He saw Shen Lang waving at the old man in a very irritating manner, as if he were herding cattle. The old man, in a fit of excitement, not only squashed the flower roll in his hand but also caused it to bulge out between his fingers, clearly indicating how angry and furious he was. Zhu Yong felt a surge of anger rising in his nose, and heat began to radiate from the top of his head; he could no longer endure it. He had to teach this arrogant little brat a good lesson, otherwise, he would not understand that the King of Horses has three eyes. As for the instructions given to him by the old Taoist in the morning, they had completely slipped his mind.

Prepare the meal by cutting the purchased cooked beef. I stumbled a bit again; it is better to wait a while before frying the eggs. Otherwise, if Fan Jun arrives late, they might taste very overcooked and not be very palatable.

Zhu Yong gazed out at the scenery, his expression beginning to show a hint of melancholy. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "Yes, but also no. What a pity?"

Shen Lang had no choice but to descend the ladder, placing the water on the table. After tidying up the items on the floor a little, he prepared to go to bed when he heard a series of noises coming from the door. Shortly after, he saw his father walk into his room.

Looking at the one lying on the upper bunk and Fan Jun, as well as the son sitting on the floor, he shook his head helplessly and said softly: "Stop being busy, hurry up and go to sleep!"

Perhaps sensing that the old man behind him was breathing a bit oddly, Shen Lang turned around to take a look, and then deliberately looked at his hands and said: "I often hear people say that if you encounter someone asking for money, you should give them something to eat; if you meet someone begging, you should give them some money. How true that is! Look, I have now given you both money and something to eat, so you should stop following me, alright?"

As he closed his eyes, several figures involuntarily flashed through Zhu Yong's mind. Upon reaching this thought, Zhu Yong couldn't help but smile again, "What I owe you will be repaid; little one, I wonder if you are fortunate or unfortunate. Everything is left to fate!"

Listening to his second granduncle, Zhu Feng realized that the granduncle might have taken a liking to the child. Such a talented individual would be very much appreciated by anyone who saw him. However, for some unknown reason, the two did not seem to get along very harmoniously. This situation had reached a point where it was no longer appropriate for him to inquire further, as that would be considered impolite and against decorum. Even though he was a junior to Tu Shu, it would not be inappropriate to maintain a respectful distance.

However, just as I came out of the community, I was targeted by that old man from last night. The old man was quite peculiar, following closely behind Shen Lang without saying a word or doing anything, as if he were a piece of gum stuck to me, impossible to shake off.

Watching the old man depart, Shen Lang twitched his nose. If it had not been for the events of last night, he would not have suggested having a proper interaction with him. However, the fact that he moved his belongings without permission, and right in front of him, is simply unforgivable; at the very least, he finds it extremely displeasing. As for why the old man had been following him since the morning and only showed up now, he is not quite sure, but does it really matter? The fact that he moved his belongings without permission, and right in front of him, is simply unforgivable; at the very least, he finds it extremely displeasing. As for why the old man had been following him since the morning and only showed up now, he is not quite sure, but does it really matter? He does not feel any particular way about it.

Two people entered the room. Shen Lang was selecting and reading some items, while Fan Jun, following Shen Lang's guidance, helped to move away the less useful items and place the useful ones in designated positions. Do not underestimate this task; it was quite challenging for these two children. Around nine o'clock, noticing that Fan Jun seemed a bit fatigued, Shen Lang glanced at the alarm clock on his desk and, feeling quite apologetic, smiled at Fan Jun. He then tidied up his upper bunk and lay down on the bed. When Shen Lang brought over a cup of warm water, he found that Fan Jun had already fallen asleep.