Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 105.2

Zhao Lei was just an ordinary user.

A registered member, he usually watched streams during downtime at work, not picky about content—if something caught his eye, he’d watch it.

Recently, he’d been watching a lot of countryside scenery videos, and today, when he refreshed the homepage, it was filled with photography tips and rural landscapes.

Among them, the screen was half-occupied by a field of purple vetch and a ridiculously fat bee, which immediately drew his attention.

Zhao Lei wasn’t fond of insects, including bees.

Anyone who had been stung by one as a child would likely not be a fan.

But… but still, who had ever seen such a fat bee before? And it wasn’t small, either—it looked like the whole vetch flower couldn’t support it. The little wings flapped helplessly, looking pitifully cute.

Even a grown man’s heart seemed to soften at the sight of its fluffy body, and he subconsciously reached out and tapped into the stream.

Sure enough, the enlarged screen still showed the same scene as before.

It was quiet. You could hear the faint sound of the wind and the rustling of grass, and see the fat bee’s relentless efforts…

There wasn’t much to see, really, but somehow, Zhao Lei couldn’t look away after a few seconds!

In fact, he felt increasingly calm.

At that moment, a distant sound began to emerge, like shoes brushing against the grass.

Soon, the vetch flower in front of the camera tilted slightly, and an old-fashioned bamboo basket passed by the lens, carried by an elderly man who came into view.

He was dressed in a black cotton jacket of an old style, quite worn out, as if from decades ago. His old camouflage shoes were stained with a bit of mud, adding to his vintage look.

The man seemed unaware that he was being livestreamed. He walked along the direction of the camera, set the basket down on the other side, then squatted and began to pull up the vetch flowers from the field.

Zhao Lei shifted in his seat—so this video really was a silent one?

No talking at all.

But the old man’s movements were so nimble, clearly a seasoned worker.

His hands kept moving, and the vetch flowers quickly piled up in the basket!

Zhao Lei finally realized, “What’s the point of pulling up these things?”

Before he could figure it out, a faint shout came from the distance, “Sister! Sister—”

The voice had a local accent but was close to standard Mandarin and was filled with youthful energy, yet still very boyish.

Before long, the sound of footsteps rustling against the grass grew closer.

Then, a pair of simple cloth shoes stopped in front of the phone, and a clean, white hand reached out, lightly holding the pollen-covered, chubby bee’s rear.

“Big Bear, so you were here!”