Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1254 - 373: [Why Not Pay Your Respects?]

Chapter 373 [Why Not Pay Respect?]

On the morning of New Year’s Day, Chen Yan walked out of the main house wearing an outer coat, stood under the eaves looking at his own yard, first stretched lazily with great effort, and then took a few deep breaths, feeling the crisp air of the New Year’s morning.

The air in the countryside seemed to carry a hint of earthy aroma.

He went to fetch water to wash up, then went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water, and cooked some noodles, using the half pot of chicken soup leftover from last night’s New Year’s Eve dinner as the broth.

He also specially poached two eggs in it. Remembering that Lu Sisi liked soft-boiled eggs, he paid special attention to the fire timing when poaching the eggs.

When Chen Yan walked into the bedroom with a bowl of chicken soup noodles, Lu Sisi was not yet awake.

They stayed up late last night, and in the middle of the night, the young couple couldn’t help but do some intimate things, finally falling asleep in the early hours.

Lu Sisi was awakened by the aroma of chicken soup noodles. She opened her eyes, saw Chen Yan sitting at the bedside, smelled the thick chicken soup aroma, and hiding half of her face under the quilt, she revealed a gentle smile.

"Want a bite?" Chen Yan asked with a smile, looking at his girlfriend.

"I... haven’t washed up yet."

"It’s okay, it’s New Year, being a bit lazy is okay, just sit on the bed and eat, I’ll serve you," Chen Yan laughed, handing a pair of chopsticks to Lu Sisi.

Lu Sisi didn’t feel shy anymore, she rolled out from under the quilt, grabbed a sweater from the head of the bed and put it on. Then she relaxed, sitting at the bedhead, with half of her body still under the quilt, enjoying her boyfriend’s service.

The noodles were cooked very soft, the chicken soup was rich and fragrant, and the soft-boiled eggs were smooth and silky. Lu Sisi ate with delight.

In the morning, Chen Yan took Lu Sisi for a stroll around the village, visiting a few elderly families they were acquainted with to pay respects for the New Year.

Afterwards, he took Lu Sisi up the mountain.

They went to the cemetery on the mountain, paying respects in front of the grandmother’s grave.

The absurd part is, actually, when Chen Yan took Lu Sisi to pay respects at the grandmother’s grave, his attitude wasn’t very serious—I mean, how could it be serious! Because the grandmother hadn’t actually died, she’s an Ancestor Saint of the Ghost Race in the Domain Realm, influential and authoritative.

Paying respects here was merely a way to express some sentiment—after all, when someone isn’t around, during the New Year, one should bow to the elders.

After finishing at the grandmother’s grave, Chen Yan took Lu Sisi to another cemetery.

This was the cemetery of the old village chief, Zhao Laoye.

This time, Chen Yan’s attitude was much more solemn.

He placed offerings in front of the tombstone, poured a glass of Maotai for the old man, and lit a cigarette, placing it on the concrete platform under the tombstone.

"Old man, I know there’s no ghosts in this world, nor is there an Underworld, so once you’re gone, that’s it, you can’t go to another world, nor see any old friends."

Chen Yan sighed: "...but, I still miss you. When the grandmother left, I was very sad, I thought I missed her a lot. Later, knowing she was actually not dead, that sadness vanished.

But in the end, you left, and you really left.

To say the least, I hadn’t actually experienced the farewell of a loved one; the grandmother’s case was fake.

And the first time in my life experiencing the farewell of a loved one, it turned out to be with you."

He picked up the cup, poured a glass of wine on the ground in front of the grave, and then poured another.

"Rest assured, I’m doing well. Everything is going quite well. My grandmother is doing well, I am doing well, you’ve also seen my girlfriend.

Yes, I found out about your family, they are doing well too. So, you can rest easy."

After saying these things, Chen Yan stood up, knelt seriously in front of the grave, and kowtowed three times to the old man’s tombstone.

Lu Sisi didn’t say anything, and very straightforwardly knelt down as well, kneeling beside Chen Yan. When Chen Yan kowtowed, the girl didn’t hesitate at all, and accompanied him in three kowtows.

"Old man, there’s nothing much left in the village... I guess in the future, I might come back less and less.

So, it might be a long time before I come to see you again.

Yes, if you really have any lingering thoughts, give me a dream, whatever can be done, I’ll do it for you."

Chen Yan chattered on, actually knowing he was talking to the air. The old man was gone, and couldn’t hear his words.

As for the talk of dreams, there really were no ghosts, and the old man was not a cultivator who could leave behind a Primordial Spirit or Spirit Body; as mere mortals, once they die, they’re truly gone, turned to dust.

But Chen Yan just wanted to say it.

This year, coming back for the New Year, Chen Yan didn’t quite feel good.

In the village, the people he cared most for were no longer there.

The people he knew were also very few.

Staying in the village seemed to have lost much of its flavor.

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On the second day, Chen Yan took Lu Sisi to stroll around the town, casually buying some countryside specialties and such.

Then, instead of returning to the village, they drove to the county town, visited the home of the old village chief’s children to pay a New Year call.

Though the old village chief was gone, his pair of children still had a rather familiar relationship with Chen Yan—but it was just familiarity, lacking that real sense of intimacy.

Chen Yan visited properly, delivered a New Year gift, spoke a few New Year greetings, stayed for a cup of tea, then took Lu Sisi to leave.

With that departure, they drove straight back to Jinling Prefecture.