"How much flavor do you add? By the time you think it's tasty, can we still eat it?"

Uncle Qin nodded: "Yes, that's true."

At this moment, the floor-to-ceiling window in the first-floor room was opened from inside.

Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu both turned their heads to look, and Alii stood at the door.

Both of them smiled.

Back at Li Sanjiang's house, the two of them had played the role of Alii's parents.

Although they weren't, from an emotional perspective, they watched Alii grow up.

However, they quickly noticed that Alii held a crumpled piece of money in her hand.

Judging by the denomination, it should be two yuan.

"Alii?" Aunt Liu took the initiative to walk over, "Is the collection box full?"

Alii shook her head.

Aunt Liu pursed her lips, glanced up with the corner of her eye, and asked softly, "Then are the tablets running out?"

Logically, they shouldn't be because she had just replenished a batch, and given Alii's usual rate of material consumption, it shouldn't run out so quickly.

Alii shook her head again.

Then, Alii walked out of the room and came to the courtyard.

In the past, Alii would just sit behind the threshold, her feet on the threshold, gaze level, sitting for an entire day.

After Xiao Yuan moved here, Alii would sometimes come out of the house and watch the vegetables and ants on the ground or look up at the clouds and stars.

Aunt Liu prepared to bring Alii a stool.

But Alii took steps to the courtyard gate.

She reached out and pushed the courtyard gate open.

Aunt Liu was stunned, and Uncle Qin was also stunned.

Alii walked out of the courtyard gate.

In the past, Alii wasn't never taken out; the old lady would take her by the hand and go out, and Alii would follow like a sculpture, walking and sitting.

Later, Alii would sit on Run Sheng's tricycle to pick up and drop off Xiao Yuan from school; Xiao Yuan would also take Alii's hand to play at Cui Cui's house or walk by the fields and rivers.

The countryside was vast and sparsely populated, and walking the small paths and ridges, one hardly encountered anyone.

Recently, both Aunt Liu and Uncle Qin noticed that Xiao Yuan would take Alii for a walk on the playground in the morning.

But no matter what, it was always with people she was close enough with, taking Alii out.

Right now, it was still the first time Alii wanted to go out by herself, and she had really gone out.

Uncle Qin put down the hoe in his hand, ready to follow up.

It was alright in the courtyard; they were outsiders, and no one would visit, but going outside... this was a school, with a pretty dense population.

Alii was afraid of strangers, let alone strange crowds.

Uncle Qin just reached the courtyard gate and stopped walking.

He turned around and looked at the second floor behind him.

The old lady was standing there, with a warning in her eyes.

Uncle Qin was very surprised; did this mean the old lady forbade him to follow?

"You don't follow her. She walked out on her own. She knows what's outside."

After saying these words, Liu Yumei turned around, eyes closed, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

There weren't many people on the small path of the residential compound.

Alii walked along the roadside, trying to maintain a sufficient distance from each passerby.

Many doors of the nearby residential compound were open, and people were sitting inside. When they saw such a beautifully dressed girl walking by, many greeted her warmly.

There were also boys and girls of the same age who came out, looking at her curiously, even following her.

Alii did not respond, nor did she look at them; she just kept her head down, walking her own path.

Her left hand slightly clenched, swinging lightly; in the past, whenever she went out, Xiao Yuan would always hold this hand.

Her right hand, since she left, had subconsciously clenched tightly, and then she noticed that the piece of money had become more crumpled.

She immediately released her right hand, unfolding the money with both hands, smoothing it repeatedly.

After leaving the residential compound and reaching the playground, the children following her either stopped and went back or were called back by their families.

Beside the girl, it became much quieter, but ahead... there were more people.

She stopped, looked up, and gazed at the crowd in front.

Most of them were spirited college students, but in the girl's eyes, they seemed like terrifying Fierce Ghosts.

She knew they weren't.

But there was no way; the commotion in her ears sounded like wailing ghosts and howling wolves; those smiling faces appeared exceptionally fierce in her eyes.

She had stayed in a dream for too long, experienced too long, and the environment in that dream had already eroded her reality.

She stepped back, wanting to return.

But lowering her head and looking at the two-yuan paper bill in her hand, she lifted her head again to continue.

She walked into the crowd, feeling herself being swallowed.

Nearby, passersby or those simply sitting at the edge of the playground chatting were all drawn to this girl.

Though it was not fully dark yet and the streetlights inside and outside the playground were bright, everyone could clearly see the girl's attire and appearance.

That sense of refinement, that aura, was not exaggerated to say, when gazing at her, one might even forget to breathe.

The current trend was all sorts of foreign elements, while ancient-style attire was extremely rare. In most people's minds, ancient style was like the long sleeves and flowing skirts in ethnic dance performances.

But what the girl exhibited was a true nobility and grace.

Many students only realized at this moment that the descriptions and portrayals in the poems and ancient texts they learned in high school real

This girl seemed to have walked out from a painting; the ancestors hadn't lied to me.

Male and female students along the roadside, praising her as their gaze followed her.

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