Those Years of Livestreaming Coastal Foraging

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Gentle, perceptive, skilled healer shou x quiet, loyal, murky-qi gong

Slow-burn farming life meets light supernatural elements. The ancient well in the village glows green at midnight, and a shadow follows you through the mountain fog. Get your hands dirty, and your gong will quietly take you aside and clean them right up. He takes ages to accept a coarse-grain pancake you've been holding out to him. What kind of pure-hearted puppy has ears so red they look ready to drip blood?

A thousand years ago, he jumped into the tide of murky qi for you. A thousand years later, he hides outside your fence, patching your cotton coat. If the heavenly realm tries to stop me, I'll tear up my divine title. I don't care about being a god or anything. All I ever wanted was to go back to Qingzhu Village with you, grow herbs, and bake pancakes 😭

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Story blurb:

After quitting his 996 job and returning to his hometown in Jiaodong, Lu Yu only wants to be a laid-back beachcombing blogger, living off the half-wild beach his grandfather left him.

But on his first day beachcombing, he pulls a handsome man with blue scales out of a mud pit.

The man claims to be a little dragon from the tidal flats of the East Sea. He has lost all his powers during his once-in-a-thousand-years shedding season, and the waves carried him ashore. Now he's refusing to leave. After all, the sea is full of plastic trash and destructive fishing nets, so finding somewhere to stay is harder than climbing to heaven.

Softhearted, Lu Yu takes him home as a distant cousin. From then on, his beachcombing life gets a major upgrade.

He finds giant clams three meters beneath the sand with a single touch. Migrating yellow croakers leap into the shallows on their own. When the tide goes out, he can visit secret reefs nobody else can find, returning with baskets full of lobster and wild abalone.

His livestream viewers go from crying, "It's obviously staged," to tuning in every day, filling the chat with, "Brother Yu, did you pay for cheats on this mudflat?"

Looking at his handsome cousin sneaking sea urchins, Lu Yu can only nod silently: Yes, I did. A dragon-shaped cheat, the kind that lasts a lifetime.

Later, the two of them clean up the trash on the barren beach, turn it into the best beachcombing spot around, help the fishing village develop sustainable aquaculture, and bring the locally extinct bamboo shrimp back to people's dinner tables.

Of course, their peaceful life has its share of chaos:

Someone secretly releases Lu Yu's ornamental fish back into the sea. The next day, a crowd of half-human-height dolphins line up on the shore, wagging their tails.

Qing Xian is afraid of the pain during his shedding season and hides in a seawater tank, pretending to be dead. A bowl of seaweed and egg soup is enough to coax him out on his own.

When they catch someone illegally electrofishing, he secretly sends a wave to slap their boat onto the shallows, then turns around and asks Lu Yu for a reward: freshly steamed swimming crabs...

Of course, nobody knows that the young man hiding behind the streamer, showing only half a hand and his toes as he sneaks bites of seafood, is the oldest master of the Bohai Bay.

[Bonus Scene]

Viewer: Brother Yu, why is your cousin never on camera? Is he too ugly to show his face?

Lu Yu is just about to reply when the camera suddenly shakes. A hand with long, elegant fingers reaches over and feeds him a freshly peeled clam. The young man's clear, cool voice comes from off-camera: "Just dug it up. It's sweet. You eat first, I'll carry the bucket."

The chat explodes.

#Damn, I love those hands!# #Brother Yu, are you looking for a cousin-in-law? Sign me up!# #If anyone says the cousin is ugly again, I'll fight them!#

Lu Yu chews the clam, watching the tips of the other man's ears turn a faint blue. He smiles, eyes crinkling.

Lu Yu: Yeah, he's gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous only I get to see.

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Xie Yunlan has spent a thousand years as a minor god with no one offering him incense. At last, fed up with the heavenly gods' farce of fighting over merit, he shoulders half a sack of herb seeds and heads straight for Qingzhu Village, the most remote village in Jiuhuangzhou. He builds a leaky, dilapidated herb clinic and gets by on coarse grains in exchange for treating the villagers.

His life is poor but peaceful, except that one strange thing after another keeps happening.

Blurry figures always drift through the mountain fog, following him. Cries ring out from abandoned old houses at midnight. The ancient well at the village entrance suddenly glows green in the dead of night. Whenever he goes up the mountain to gather herbs, a man in black appears to fend off wild beasts. Whenever evil spirits enter the village at night, someone has already cleared them out. Even the hole in his cotton coat is always mended overnight with crooked stitches.

The man wears a silver mask and barely speaks, as quiet as a gourd with its mouth sawn shut. Whenever Xie Yunlan bakes coarse-grain pancakes, he makes an extra half and passes it through the fence. The man seems so familiar, but Xie Yunlan can't remember where they've met.

Then the heavenly realm sends people to seize the fragments of the Mountain and Sea Pearl. During the fight, the mask falls, and Xie Yunlan sees the familiar old scar on the man's cheek. His memories come rushing back.

The little beggar who stitched a strap onto his medicine basket in the snow a thousand years ago. The boy who jumped into the heart of the murky qi to shield him from its tide. The person he had searched for over a thousand years, believing him long gone, had been by his side all along.

Xuan Yuan has hidden the truth from him for a thousand years, afraid to remove his mask or get too close, afraid that the murky qi clinging to him will taint the herbal fragrance on Xie Yunlan's sleeves.

But Xie Yunlan doesn't care at all.

He gives up his divine title, tosses aside the airs of an immortal, and takes Xuan Yuan by the hand to travel all over Jiuhuangzhou: repairing dams, building fortifications, gathering spirit scraps, and saving the people.

The heavenly realm asks if he's gone mad, to be associating with a monster of murky qi.

Xie Yunlan squats on the field ridge, munching on a coarse-grain pancake, and glances at them. "He's the person I've waited a thousand years for. What are you to me?"

Later, when the great tide of murky qi erupts after a thousand years, the two of them give everything they have to seal it away.

All the decayed old divine titles are abolished. The new gods are judged by their deeds, not their offerings.

Everyone thinks Xie Yunlan will return to the heavenly realm as a divine lord and savior, but instead he turns around and takes Xuan Yuan back to their little herb clinic in Qingzhu Village.

When the wind passes through the bamboo, he squats on the field ridge to plant herbs. Someone is always there to shield him from the sun, and when a warm coarse-grain pancake is placed in his hand, it's never cold again.

[Bonus Scene]

One day, Xie Yunlan rummages through old belongings and finds half a coarse-grain pancake, sealed with spiritual power for a thousand years.

He turns around to see Xuan Yuan, usually so expressionless, blushing at the tips of his ears as he awkwardly says, "You gave it to me back then. I couldn't bear to eat it."

Xie Yunlan smiles and leans over to kiss him. "I'll bake them for you for the rest of our lives. As many as you want."

★ Reading Guide:

1. Gentle, perceptive, master healer shou x quiet, devoted, loyal-dog gong. 1v1, both virgins, happy ending.

2. Slow-burn farming life + light supernatural mystery + xianxia world-saving. Sweet romance throughout, with a very sweet mutual-salvation theme.

3. The gong gets jealous easily and is fiercely protective of his wife. The shou is a gentle, flirtatious straight-shooter. They work together on their shared projects, making for a deeply satisfying ride.

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