Grandma Wu came out to smooth things over, "Wu Lan, this is your uncle Dongzi, and this is Aunt Lan."

Dongzi! Ning Que once again looked at the man. His tough face was etched with the hardships of life. Beneath his high nose bridge were lips of varying thickness. The stubble around his mouth grew wildly like unattended weeds, some of which were even tangled together.

"Hello Uncle Dongzi, hello Aunt Lan! My name is Wu Lan." Ning Que bowed slightly, but his eyes kept drifting upwards.

Dongzi understood that this must be someone from the same family. He asked his wife to bring Ning Que in, quickly closed the door, and pointed at Ning Que and asked Old Master Wu, "Captain Wu, is he reliable?"

Ning Que saw Old Master Wu shaking his head slightly and shouting, "Yongyong, come upstairs with Mom. Grandpa and Uncle have important matters to discuss, so we won't disturb them."

Then he patted Mr. Wu's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, I'll discuss something with you later about that group of people."

Then he ran upstairs, put Dandan on the bed, made a quiet gesture to him, put an earphone in his ear and started listening.

The first voice to come out was that of Grandma Wu. "Lanzi, come here. I got a batch of cloth. Can you come and help me see if it's suitable for an old woman like me?"

The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away, and then the sound of a chair being dragged was heard. Mr. Wu spoke up, "Why do you want to push your daughter?"

"Yes, Wu Chang, my daughter Lan Zi is crying her heart out. You know I'm a cripple, and it's so hard for a girl to fall in love with me. We only have one daughter, and suddenly she's chosen to be the "Hua Yuan"—this is not good!"

"This, this is the meaning of the bride's marriage, but who in the village would replace you with their daughter?"

"Isn't this a request from you, Wu Chang? Please be kind and let me choose a woman from your side to replace my daughter. Then I will offer some sacrifices, and the bride will not pursue us."

Dongzi paused for a moment, and seeing that the Fifth Elder didn't say anything, he added, "Wu Chang, you know that too, alas!"

There was only a thud, followed by the sound of Mr. Wu trying to stop him. It was almost certain that Dongzi had knelt down.

"Hey, what are you doing? I promised you, just be gentle."

"Okay, thank you, Wu Chang. You are my Youyou's adopted parents! I'll come over tonight. By the way, remember to come to my house for a drink! Also, this is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it!"

"Oh, how can this be possible? It's not easy for you two to make money. Just keep this money for yourself. When the time comes, just go to your house and buy me a jar of good wine!"

"Okay!"

Honghong outside the door suddenly vibrated violently. Ning Que quickly put away the headset, pretended to hug Dandan and threw him onto the bed, lowering his voice, "Hurry up and laugh!"

Dandan: ...My mom seems a little abnormal.

The door opened and Grandma Wu came in holding a piece of cloth. She pushed Ning Que aside, picked up Dandan from the bed, and moved the cloth back and forth on his body.

Ning Que lay there, unconcerned, until he heard Grandma Wu say with joy, "My Ah Zhi looks good in any clothes."

Azhi?

Ning Que raised an eyebrow, glanced at it, yawned, turned over, and slowly uttered the words in his mouth, "How come I didn't know that my good son had another name?"

Grandma Wu sensed that something was amiss. She put down the cloth in her hand and mumbled something, "Oh, that's the nickname we use for boys here, right? Lan Zi!"

Grandma Wu glanced at Aunt Lan, and Aunt Lan also got what she meant, "Yes, this is the nickname for boys here, it's just that you don't understand the dialect!"

Ning Que yawned, "What about calling a girl? Auntie Lan!"

Aunt Lan glanced at Grandma Wu and stammered, "Ah Hui!"

"That's great! Together they mean wisdom. This dialect is quite nice! Auntie Lan, I'll ask your daughter to do the same someday! That would be wonderful! It's just a beautiful wish!" Ning Que waved to Dandan and held her in his arms. "Grandma Wu, remember to bring Yongyong's clothes over to see when they're finished. I'm really looking forward to it."

When Ning Que was carrying Dandan downstairs, he ran into Old Man Wu who was going upstairs. He nodded slightly and said, "Uncle, let's go out for a while. Don't burn our dinner."

"Auntie, your pancake is so delicious!" Ning Que grabbed a piece of pancake and stuffed it into his mouth, glancing at Dandan who was eating a bun next to him and the empty space under the eaves of this house.

"Auntie, give this money to you for accommodation. Nightlife is extra." Ning Que generously slapped the money he had taken from the previous players on the small table.

It’s not my money anyway, so I won’t feel bad about spending it.

The old lady wore a navy apron, shiny black, the edges worn and frayed, and emitting a strong smell of cooking smoke. Her aged hands repeatedly rubbed the apron, and after glancing at Ning Que, she immediately stuffed the item into her trouser pocket. She sat down enthusiastically, her smile growing wider.

After Ning Que finished his meal, he looked around and saw that he could see Old Man Wu's house not far away, especially the bright red spot under the eaves, which was eye-catching.

"By the way, don't go out at night, and don't open the door! No matter what happens, don't open the door!" The aunt repeated this sentence over and over again before going to bed. She almost grabbed Ning Que's ears and poured this sentence into her ears.

then--

Ha, ha, Ning Que was yawning while sitting on the eaves. A gust of wind blew up her hair and covered her face.

Ugh, I ate a mouthful of hair.

Ning Que had been trying to act cool, but after this, he lost all his momentum. To keep himself from falling asleep, he forced himself to chat, "Xiao Pingping, guess whether that girl can be replaced or not? If you lose the bet, give me 100 points, okay?"

"It's one thing for you to interrupt my evening life, but you also want to cheat me out of my points. What if you lose?"

"What can I do? Just forget it! Wait, someone is coming!" Ning Que immediately shut up and lay flat on the roof like a big gecko.

Two, no, three people appeared in the large and small blocks of black. One of them was lying on someone's shoulder, and another one was following beside him.

Dark shadows moved indistinctly, and the wind, rising and falling, sang a familiar nursery rhyme through the sparse and dense forest. Three figures, hidden in the faint moonlight, overlapped, their shadows slowly trembling and swaying as they climbed the stone steps, creating a vague ripple around them.

As the road twisted and turned, the shadows of three people fell on the stone steps, swaying and swaying. The father's shadow seemed to be getting shorter and shorter, and finally overlapped with the daughter's shadow to form a sedan chair. The mother's high ponytail fell to the ground as she walked, like a suona, or like a matchmaker waving a handkerchief to call the groom to pick up the bride.

There seemed to be the joyful laughter of guests and the choking sounds of happiness in the air. This road was the wedding scene.

Ning Que held his breath and followed on tiptoe. The wind blowing against his face felt like cold porcelain.

Squeak——

A face dimly lit by a lantern stretched out from behind the wooden door, "Bring the person here!"

Aunt Lan whispered back, "I brought it. Youyou is in my hands!" She propped the wooden door there, leaving only a gap big enough for Uncle Dongzi and his daughter to pass through.

Squeak——

The door closed again. The bright red persimmons swayed in the wind for no reason, and then stood there straight. In the moonlight, it seemed as if a layer of black gauze covered it, making the color a little darker.

Ning Que looked at the tightly closed wooden window on the second floor, put on his mask and let it hang in the air with the help of Honghong.

Knock, knock, knock! The tightly closed wooden window was very clean, without a speck of dust. Only a golden thread on the window pane glowed faintly in the dark night.

Ning Que used the wall to flip onto the roof. Perhaps because the roof had been in disrepair for a long time, the moment Ning Que stepped on it, there was a sound of tiles breaking.

Lu Shi in the room heard a clear sound of breaking above his head and tried hard to control his fear. Staying up late for several days in a row had left a thick layer of dark circles under his eyes.

The Count sat up in his coffin, took off the earphones from his ears, and shouted impatiently, "Can you be quiet? You're making my bed shake. Are you kidding me?"

"I, I, I'm scared!" Lu Shi huddled in the corner, the flesh on his face dancing, "Will this, this, come in?"

"No way, if you make any more noise, I'll suck you dry!" The count showed his fangs at him, put on his headphones again and went to sleep.

That's exactly why he was on the roof. He was scratching the window panes the past few nights, and tonight he was on the roof. Although he felt a little strange, sleepiness overwhelmed him like a tide.

The air was slowly filled with the scent of powder. The three people's fingers were twitching for no reason, sweat was oozing from their faces like streams, and everyone's brows were furrowed, trapped in a nightmare.

Ning Que looked at the scenery for a while and then waited for a black shadow. He watched with a smile as the black shadow passed through the gate. Its body shook a little, revealing a few hints of red inside, and then it floated to the second floor like a coal-scented marshmallow.

When the tentacle, as thick as an index finger, formed a beautiful shape in the air and was about to touch the window pane, Ning Que showed his face, and his white teeth looked particularly bright in the dark night.

"Hi! What a coincidence, you're here too."

Black Shadow: ...

The octopus's tentacles were hanging in the air, knocking, neither knocking nor not knocking.

Seeing that she wanted to leave, Ning Que took out the pearl flower from the space and shook it in his hand. The jade beads on it collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

For some reason, Ning Que suddenly thought of the tripods, jades, gold nuggets and pearls thrown away in a disorderly manner, and the Qin people did not care much about them.

Ning Que:!

Shadow: My things are still with her.

Ning Que softened his voice and coaxed, "Do you want the person inside? Do you want me to help you?"

The black shadow seemed to be stimulated by Ning Que's tone. Its dense tentacles were entangled together like a piece of dragon beard candy. She looked like she was looking down on someone. When she touched the window pane with her tentacles, crackling sparks instantly ignited from the window.

Then Ning Que suddenly smelled a sweet, mushy smell in the air, and then looked at the tentacles of the black shadow.

"Hey, do you want a boy or a girl?" Ning Que pointed to the room and said, "There are only boys in here. If you want a girl, go to the other room."

The black shadow squatted in mid-air, its black tentacles spreading out in the wind like ripples on the water, with only the gentle sound of the wind responding.

Soft words entwined around the dark shadow like waterweed, "How about I hug you? See how it goes?"

Ning Que stood in the air with his arms wide open. His black clothes blended in with the background, and only his bright eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

A black cloud with a fragrant breeze rushed directly towards Ning Que. When his fingers passed through the black fog, Ning Que forcefully pressed the entity inside against his chest and waited quietly. The black shadow slowly calmed down.

Before he knew it, Ning Que had a layer of cold sweat on his back, but fortunately everything was under his control.

"Well, baby, whether you want a boy or a girl, I'll get it for you."

A soft voice floated out from a cloud of black mist, "It's all up to you."

Ning Que inexplicably felt that this voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, "Hey, just pick one!"

But there’s this sentence again, “I’ll listen to you!”