Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

"You probably don't know, Tongtong often talks to me about you, quite frequently," she decided to point it out.

"Um," Jiang Ning nodded.

Xue Chuchu pursed her lips, "Jiang Ning, can you promise me something, that you won't hurt Tongtong in the future, okay?"

Her tone suddenly lowered:

"Tongtong had a really tough past, she always gave me a kind of indescribable feeling."

"I don't know if you can understand, but I never used to think about Tongtong's future, I couldn't imagine what kind of person she would become, what kind of life she would lead, I really couldn't."

"Now it's different, I can imagine her future, as if I can see her in the future, waving at me with a smile, happy forever."

At that moment, a beautiful scene flashed through Xue Chuchu's mind, her delicate face, rarely showing a smile.

Jiang Ning looked at her and simply said,

"Um, don't worry."

Although he didn't make any promises, he gave Xue Chuchu a sense of absolute confidence, and she felt much more at peace.

Then she stopped talking, and together they piled up the sticks they had collected on the ground.

Jiang Ning's hand trembled a little, and he took out a bundle of rope.

"Tie it up, so it'll be easier to carry back."

"I'll do it." Xue Chuchu was quite skilled with her hands, and quickly tied the sticks together.

She divided the rope into two lengths: "Let's carry it together."

Jiang Ning didn't refuse.

Before leaving the woods, Jiang Ning looked ahead, where Xue Yuantong was arranging fruit in a basket by a small stool.

"Come and play more often, she really likes you," he said.

Xue Chuchu turned her head, the sunlight was just right, passing through the leaves and shining on Jiang Ning's profile, his dark eyes glittering on his skin in the sunlight.

Xue Chuchu didn't look any further, she seriously responded with a "hm."

...

"You finally came back, that's a lot of firewood."

Xue Yuantong pulled out a few sticks and placed them into the pit, surrounded by rocks with a pot stand on top.

Xue Chuchu reminded, "Just having tree roots isn't good for starting a fire, I'll find some more burnable leaves to kindle it."

It would make things a lot easier.

"No need," Xue Yuantong said, "It's too much trouble, Jiang Ning is a magician, he can start a fire."

Xue Chuchu's face showed that puzzled look again.

She had lost count of how many titles Tongtong had given Jiang Ning: fishing master, chess master, claw machine master, fortune teller, and now a magician.

What other hidden identities did Jiang Ning have?

"Magicians can start fires?" Xue Chuchu asked.

"Of course, magicians are super good at playing with fire."

"It's not about playing with fire..." In Xue Chuchu's mind, magicians were a very high-end profession, performing on luxurious stages with hundreds or thousands of cheering audience members.

Magic wasn't for starting fires!

While the two were discussing, a little girl, probably in the first grade, came running from a distance, dressed in bright clothes and holding a piece of purple snack in her hand.

Xue Yuantong recognized her as the little girl who had just been flying a kite with a fishing rod, but now the rod had transferred to the hands of a thirty-something man behind her.

The child hugged her father's leg and after carefully looking for a while, she boldly asked,

"Are you guys cooking?"

"Yeah, we're grilling meat," Xue Yuantong answered with ease.

The man smiled at Jiang Ning.

"Is the meat tasty?" the little girl asked.

Xue Yuantong was quite confident in her cooking skills: "Super tasty."

After hearing this, the little girl showed off her snack, "Is it as tasty as seaweed?"

Then, imitating a TV commercial, she exclaimed,

"I know the taste of the sea!"

Xue Yuantong didn't care to engage any further, it was silly; she was a mature high school student and didn't have a common language with a child.

The little girl's father smiled awkwardly.

"Jiang Ning, come start the fire," Xue Yuantong urged.