Chapter 26 The murderer crawling on the handmade skirt, sniffing, licking...^^...

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Chen Che moved to his favorite corner. The world across the window was a sun garden carefully tended by the gardener. The setting sun melted gold, and the lake in the distance looked like a huge piece of gold foil.

He put the tablet aside and placed Meeme on the soft carpet. He, who never took photos before, started taking photos as if possessed by a ghost, and the sound of continuous snaps came from his phone camera.

Out of focus, delete; the picture didn’t capture Mimi’s slender legs, delete; the child didn’t smile, delete.

Finally, the winning photo of the "Children's Innocence Photography Competition Award" was selected from dozens of identical photos.

Of course I have to post it on my Moments to show off.

——【Today’s OOTD】

The eldest son of the Shen family, who hasn't posted on WeChat Moments for thousands of years and has always been lying on the WeChat list of his friends, has updated his post.

【Zombies: The Missing Return!】

[Brother: Bro, can you lend me your car? I want one with one-way windows.]

[Mom of the Movie Queen: Show me the doll.]

[Director Dad: Honey, you didn't even like the post I posted on WeChat Moments.]

【Panda Chi likes】

"Hey, little brat, can't you see my comments?" His mother's complaints didn't affect Shen Che at all.

He stared at the hearts in the circle of friends, his patience running out. Why didn't she comment yet?

Just likes but no comments? Why didn't she praise MeeMee's overalls for being pretty?

He exited the friend circle and re-entered it.

That praise was like a tiny fishbone, piercing my heart and causing me a dull discomfort.

Chen Che first replied to Lu Ziyu, "No way," and then he found that there was a new friend on WeChat - Zhao Xizhi applied to add you as a friend.

He clicked to reject the online fraud scheme.

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At some point, the obsessed mother turned into her son's territory. Chen Che guessed that she was here to play with the tablet, so he kindly handed it to her.

Du Yuanshan glanced at him sideways, without raising her hand, and spoke first: "Disinfect my tablet."

The maternal love factor in the air is gradually becoming thinner.

Under his mother's glare, Xiao Shen, a tablet repair and dust removal worker, wiped the iPad dry and said, "Take it."

Du Yuanshan then took the tablet, unlocked it, and blinked rapidly.

"Eye cramp?" Chen Che was too familiar with her expression. "The comic you're following has been updated."

Her well-maintained face suddenly broke into a smile, and the fine lines that she had hated all her life appeared at the corners of her eyes: "New role?!"

She stopped lying down. She miraculously got up after being bedridden for 10 years, and the iPad in her hand was like her treasure chest.

A cartoon overhead view of a luxurious dressing room, where the refracted light from a crystal chandelier casts a shadow on the haute couture. The wardrobe door is ajar, revealing a soft little ear hidden in the shadows.

The next painting is the apocalyptic battlefield of the entire cloakroom.

The battle-damaged Hermès was dragged to a corner. A glass display case, accidentally triggered, automatically opened, and the hand-embroidered dress inside vanished.

The grid after the page spread.

The murderer wearing a hood crawled on the handmade skirt, sniffing, licking...

Du Yuanshan was silent for a moment, and slid her fingers downwards.

The entire screen is white.

So short! Does it need to be continued?!

The turbid air is exhaled as the fingertips turn the pages, and Xigua Dada plays with his mentality.

Turning another page, a half-length photo of the murderer suddenly appeared.

Black Prada overalls, this killer has some taste.

Du Yuanshan followed the invisible brush as she looked down, and her overalls revealed two furry pointed ears.

It sensed the gaze of the person peeping at the screen and turned around suddenly.

The time points to 0 o'clock, and the full moon hangs high outside the window.

The artist used pen sketching strokes to depict the process of the lamb transforming into a human.

It turns out that this is not a new character, but the secret of the little brother.

The brightness of the tablet reflected on Du Yuanshan's eyes. She was silent for three seconds, raised her eyes, and scanned the huge boy with no human shape.

Xigua used a sketching style to outline the appearance of the puppy brother. Why does he look a bit like her son?

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Du Yuanshan's eyes fell on Shen Che's new toy, and her voice dropped to a whisper: "Hey, is this a gift from my fans?"

Chen Che protected the lamb as if it were a thief: "It's the pants, not the lamb."

"I'm not stealing it, just let me take a look."

The eldest son put the lamb in front of his old mother, shook it for a second, and then pressed it back into his arms.

"How old are you...?"

"You are an adult now and have the legal rights to be a child." He fixed the slipped straps for MeeMee, his little lamb, Kiyo.

Du Yuanshan asked where she bought the sheep, and Chen Che threw the words "limited edition" at her, his words full of arrogance.

"Limited edition?" The mother knew her son's weakness. "Wow, I was talking about Yangyang—no, it has a name. Your Mee Mee has an extraordinary origin."

"Of course." He fell in love with it at first sight.

"Such a cute Meow Meow, where did you find it?"

Sure enough, the son fell into the trap and told the whole story of Mee Mee.

After hearing this, Du Yuanshan was silent for two seconds, then raised her voice in disbelief: "You even stole a little girl's things?! How could I give birth to something like you! Give it back to me now!"

After beating her son, the mother felt relieved and then remembered the comics she was reading. After receiving the "permission to touch" command from her son, Du Yuanshan's hands, which had just undergone phototherapy treatment, gently lifted the lamb.

She thought that if she became a grandmother, she would probably be as gentle as this.

Du Yuanshan has a group of die-hard fans who refuse to believe that their idol is over 40 years old. If she takes a photo of her ID card in front of her fans, they will call it a fake ID.

What a grandma! She was frightened by the fantasy of being a grandma, and rubbed her eyes violently to try to dispel the image.

When the housekeeper Zheng Shu walked to the southwest corner of the living room, he saw a scene of mother and son loving each other and having a happy time.

The clock dialed back in the opposite direction, as if returning to the past, when Du Yuanshan was holding an iPad and accompanying the young master to English class.

"No, just follow the teacher."

"Mom, you read it wrong."

At that time, the young master would call his mother by using reduplication, "Good girl, good girl."

"Bonana...Bonana?"

"Mom is so stupid."

"Ah, you're going to talk back, little brat!"

Shen Dahe, who had just returned home from get off work, saw his wife pressing her philtrum furiously. His face darkened and he asked, "How dare you scold my wife?"

Nothing happened, mixed doubles.

Uncle Zheng withdrew his gaze and stood quietly aside. Du Yuanshan only heard him say, "I don't know where Xigua Da is from."

The comic website is where artists from all over the world publish their works.

"The style is very Korean comics," Du Yuanshan analyzed, "but Xigua Dada uses English."

Chen Che lowered his unfocused eyelashes, recalling his experience of being "forced to work" at a Korean restaurant a few days ago. The kimchi shop owner's English was truly difficult to understand. His fingers skimmed through a few more pages: "It doesn't sound like Korean English." It didn't smell like plastic kimchi.

"What a coincidence." Du Yuanshan put Meeme and the tablet together, and her eyes moved from the plush doll to the painting.

70% like.

With the Prada overalls, it looks very similar.

Is it really a coincidence?

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"Pab!" Park Ye-jin called her stupid.

Chi Leyou glanced at her and muttered, "I'm looking for clothes for Mee Mee. A naked butt is never nice."

"You usually look smart, but your IQ drops to zero at critical moments."

"Ah, why are you scolding me?" Chi Leyou jumped up from the bed, punched the air with both fists, and drooped in loneliness.

"I can also speak Northeastern dialect." Park Ye-jin opened her mouth and her mouth shape was: big, silly, and cross.

“…”

"Surname Chen, right?" Park Ye-jin wrote and drew on the digital tablet. "Your son is going to change his surname."

Chi Mee Mee → Chen Mee Mee.

Chi Leyou wanted to push her: "A dog doesn't mind a poor home!" The lamb would never do that.

"Tsk tsk tsk, with a foster father so rich, what young master would miss his mother in the mountains?"

At this moment, this hardworking mother was packing her things. She only had a few banknotes left in her wallet, but the plastic phone cord on her Presto card holder was about to break, so Chi Leyou simply took it off.

"Xigua, how could there be students who don't know about Presto cards?" She thought of Shen Che's bewildered look, and it didn't seem like he was lying.

"The second generation of a chaebol."

“Not like it.” How could a wealthy second-generation man fall into prostitution? Did his family fall into poverty?

"newborn?"

"He's already a junior."

Park Ye-jin paused and scoffed, "That's just pretense. A vain guy who likes to pretend to be rich in front of girls. I hate people like that the most."

As the first reader of her comic masterpieces, Chi Leyou always felt that Park Ye-jin's painting skills had improved, and she seemed to be moving away from the two-dimensional world and making great strides towards realism.

"Xigua, is this a werewolf comic?" The screen stopped at the scene where the male protagonist transformed at midnight.

"Sheep Man!" Park Ye-jin beamed. "Thank you for the inspiration! I'll defeat him for you in my painting!"

This is not a crusade at all. The male protagonist she created has beast/human elements added to his originally reserved appearance, adding a bit of charm.

Chi Leyou pulled her eyes away and was almost burned by the male protagonist's gaze.

She wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Park Ye-jin's raised hand.

"My dear friend," the pressure-sensitive pen spun cool flowers at the tip of his finger, "Just tell me if I'm handsome!"

In the first two chapters, the hero is just a pendant for the wealthy older sister. Starting in the third chapter, he exudes an inhumanly handsomeness that, while not bordering on the glamorous, nonetheless stirs a destructive desire within her. If her gaze were a sword, she'd want to strike down, stopping three inches from his eyes, the blade pointing downwards, unbuttoning his shirt... Admire the mosaic image.

"Handsome," Chi Leyou said, a little worried, "...will he find out?"

There are so many similarities that it's time to sue them.

"How is that possible!" Park Ye-jin kicked up her feet. "I also have a time-travel element! The male protagonist travels back in time to repay a favor."

Sensing the worried look on her Maple Leaf Country roommate's face, she slid over, chair and all, grabbed her roommate's hand, and held it to her face. "I swear on my pen name, I'll paint well and won't be caught!"

Seeing the girl looking like a wilted kimchi, Park Ye-jin showed off her background again: "Look, a flop comic, 99 collections."

It's so niche that no one cares except the loyal fans.

Chi Leyouge opened her hand and tapped the collection bar: "My great painter, it's now in the triple digits."

"Mo? 100?" Park Ye-jin clicked to the backstage, her eyes circling around the ID of the 100th reader.

The ID is a meaningless combination of letters and numbers, indicating a newly registered user.

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After registering on webtoon, Chen Che collected the comic.

It lay in the collection and became the focus of the young master.

Uncle Zheng stepped forward at the right moment: "Master, here's the surveillance footage you requested."

Chen Che clicked on the video, which was a residential surveillance video from 8 months ago. The picture was not very clear, and a girl was standing next to a cherry tree.

It was the peak blooming season for cherry blossoms, and the pink mist-like corolla covered the girl's upper body.

She appeared in front of the house in small steps - standing at the place where he kicked the door today, and pressed the doorbell.

There was naturally no one in the room. The girl waited for a while and then moved back under the tree.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, and only the rain-like falling cherry blossoms reminded him that this was not a still picture.

Just as he couldn't help wanting to fast forward, the girl rode her bicycle out of the pink rain——

The thief's face came into his sight.

It was indeed her.

Two little men in my mind were playing tug-of-war.

Call the police.

Or, come and reclaim your bike now.

Uncle Zheng understood the young master's desire to call the police immediately. He lowered his voice and said, "Young master, your collection was sold by Madam."

"?" Chen Che almost thought this was a story about selling everything he had to make ends meet during a famine.

"What collection? I haven't touched any of yours... Oh, that old bike." The image of that little bike emerged from his distant memory. "The 28-inch bicycle your grandfather rode when he was young was even better looking than that bike. I put it on the second-hand market, but it took a long time for anyone to buy it!"

“…”

It was indeed a matter of calling the police, except that the suspect instantly became the mother.

Chen Che took the ice water brought by Wang Sao, drank most of it in one go, and forced himself to calm down.

The suspect didn't think anything was wrong and was walking on the edge of the law: "At that time, I returned to China to rush to film, and you went to the Yukon with your aunt to photograph the aurora. I could only entrust Mrs. Wang with full responsibility."

The young master glanced over.

Mrs. Wang flinched at the knife's touch and mumbled, "Madam said the buyer was kind enough to let me dress up the car."

"Kindness?!" The whole world laughed, but he was the only one who couldn't laugh, because he was the one who lost his beloved car.

Mrs. Wang: "Master, you haven't been back home for a long time, right? In China, if you throw away large pieces of junk, you have to pay the uncle who comes to collect the waste a hundred yuan as a reward. In Maple Leaf Country, if you throw away such items, you have to send them to a mobile garbage recycling point. Or you can find someone to collect them at your door. Do you know how much half a truckload of garbage costs? 500——"

"—Knife!" Mrs. Wang, who was in her fifties, straightened her back, and the bump on the back of her neck flattened a little. "Taxes are calculated separately."

"Why wasn't the transaction held at home?" Chen Che posed one last question. Why did they go to the doorstep of that house when it wouldn't be easy at the villa?

"Madam said it's embarrassing. The seller lives in such a nice place. What if the buyer wakes up and bargains down the price? Should we sell it?"

Reasonable.

This is a perfect closed loop that is self-consistent.

"Mom, my bicycle costs 150,000--" The word "knife" hadn't even come out of his mouth.

His biological mother had a kind smile on her lips, just like the one his mother wore in the candlelight.

My son, really, if you need money, just tell your mother directly!

Chen Che lowered his gaze to a thin card. The card absorbed the light from the crystal lamp, reflecting an alluring sparkling glow.

"Xiao Che, Mom is going back to China tomorrow. It's all Xiao Yu's fault! I was so kind to bring him to the big screen, but he did something so wrong. It forced me to go back and reshoot a few shots. You keep this black card. Oh my god, why does Mom earn so much? Your old dad can't spend it all. Buy him a nice shirt. He told me to be careful about the impact. Woo woo woo... Mom can only rely on you for all this money."

She was still sobbing?

Chen Che had a headache and pressed his solar plexus. "Mom, bring your emotional label with you and take it out when filming. Who knows, you might win the next Oscar."

When she heard about Oscar, the actress's mother said cheerfully, "Your Aunt Cen and Xixi just got off the plane."

Chen Che handed over 4 tickets: "I got the crosstalk tickets." He snatched them from Lu Ziyu.

Du Yuanshan's eyes lit up and then dimmed as she said regretfully, "Mom can't watch Teacher Ji's special performance. Remember to go backstage and take a photo with Teacher Ji Wuling. Mom is his fan."

"I'm not interested in the crosstalk performed by Wuling Hongguang."

"..." Du Yuanshan wanted to scold her son for giving her favorite teacher a nickname, but she held back. "Your grandmother said we should be the best hosts. You and Xiaoyu should take Xixi to see it."

So I'm here to watch over him! No wonder I need 4 tickets!

"What if I don't?" His sparse eyebrows disappeared, and the arrogance of the past jumped into his eyes.

"The Cen and Shen families are old friends. I'm just giving your grandma a favor. Could you be a little nicer to Xixi? At least give her a smile?"

"I can't laugh. What's the point of laughing? Her name is so festive, so her smile muscles must be well-developed. Just let her laugh."

"Can't you see? Your grandma is setting you up with someone else!"

"Hold on, son, I'm color blind and can't see colors."

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Who does this bad temper resemble?

Even if a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers can’t subdue Monkey King, there is still Monk Tang who can defeat him!

No one can cure her son!

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Saturday, Happy Travel Festival.

"long."

In the crowd, a middle-aged woman with big curly hair was waving at Chi Leyou.

"Sister Yang." She walked over and took out a large hair tie from her crossbody bag and handed it to her, "This is for you."

"It's good that you're here. What gift are you bringing?" Manager Yang raised a pair of delicate rusty eyebrows and stroked the hair tie with his fingertips. "It's expensive, right?"

Chi Leyou curled the corners of his lips and said, "I bought it from Dollarama."

"You're just trying to scare me, you little bitch!" Sister Yang has been in the Maple Leaf Country for many years, and the quality of her hair hoops is of high quality, which is definitely not the quality you can buy in a dollar store.

"I made it myself."

"It looks good—" Sister Yang pinched it, "Rat~!"

This made Chi Leyou giggle. Her feelings were conveyed to the other person through the right means.

The fabric was bought by her good friend Ren Mi during a trip to Japan. Chi Leyou wanted a beautiful small piece of fabric with a unique pattern to make a hairband. Ren Mi, a second-generation entrepreneur, rushed into a fabric store, and with one snip, the clerk was gone for 800 yuan.

Later, they found out that the store was called Minagawa Akira.

Chi Leyou made a few large intestine hairbands with cloth and gave them to Ren Mi and her mother. She also made one for Park Yejin. They were so beautiful that she screamed "Oh Mo Kiyo".

With a few scraps of fabric left, she sewed a pair of pants for the lamb, referring to a picture on the internet. With the last piece, she made a handkerchief.

The pattern on the cloth was a vast expanse of green pine, delicately embroidered to outline each pine leaf. The handkerchief was too small to fully capture its beauty. But their financial situation was there; she had her handmade handkerchief, while the wealthy had their Akira Minagawa four-piece bedding set.

Manager Yang led Chi Leyou through the internal personnel passage and ran into the cleaning lady. She immediately recognized Chi Leyou and said, "Isn't this Youyou? Are you here for work?"

"Youyou is my distinguished guest." Manager Yang winked at the cleaning lady, who understood and quickly raised her OK hand.

"Stand in the left corner for a while," Manager Yang instructed. "After the show starts, if there's an empty seat next to you, take a seat. I'll arrange for someone to bring you tea."

"No, no, no." Chi Leyou's face was as red as a rattle, and she hurriedly said that it was already very good. How could she, who got in through the back door, enjoy the treatment of a VIP ticket?

I'm really afraid of being struck by lightning.

"You kid." After Manager Yang's divorce, their daughter was awarded to the man. Her daughter, currently studying in China, was applying to universities in the Maple Leaf Country. She touched Chi Leyou's head, as if caressing her daughter's head from across a distant hemisphere.

She respected the young man's idea and nodded: "Well, then you can enjoy the show."

The side door opened, and the noise from the small theater rushed into the staff passage.

Chi Leyou carefully closed the small door and stuck his head out.

The crimson backdrop slowly descended, and the audience walked into the theater, chatting and laughing. Ji Wuling's popularity was directly proportional to the attendance rate. With 20 minutes left before the show ended, the seats were almost full.

The audience were either rich or noble, and dressed appropriately.

She heard two foreigners whispering not far away.

"The parking lot is so scary, it's like a car show."

"I even saw a giant lizard from Sylvain, it blinded me!"

"This talk show is mostly attended by Chinese people. Chinese people are super rich, okay? Does Jack Ma know anyone?"

Another person shrugged: "I only know Jackie Chan."

"He's a country bumpkin. He doesn't even know the boss of Alibaba."

“…”

In this city where the stereotype of "Chinese = rich" is prevalent, Chi Leyou actually wants to clear the name of the Chinese, saying that not all Chinese are that rich.

She also wanted to tell them that this was not a talk show, but a traditional Chinese folk art program.

While she was lost in thought, the two foreigners stared at her, and Chi Leyou felt like she was caught red-handed.

Two foreigners were holding crosstalk tickets. Chi Leyou had seen the tickets Chen Che had bought from Lu Ziyu for zero yuan. The front of the tickets were in Chinese, and the backs were in English and French. The first show, "Debt Is Inescapable," had a translation error: "debt" was spelled "detb."

Her guilty conscience escalated into embarrassment. The "ticket-dodger" inched his pace along the edge of the wall.

She settled herself in the corner, her heart skipping a beat every now and then. She suppressed her guilty conscience and turned on her phone which had been dimmed for a long time.

She wanted to chat with anyone.

I made the handkerchief last night and placed it on the table. Chi Zhinu took a photo of it and posted it on Instagram, which earned her a few likes and a missing person who returned.

Brook: What is this?

Chi Leyou asked his gay friend to guess.

After a while, the gay friend replied: Rag?

In Chi Leyou's eyes, this gay friend whom she had never met, who was studying in the same country as her and was much taller than ordinary girls, might have the straightforward personality of a girl.

There is no false admiration or deliberate flattery, only pure friendship between them.

Chi Leyou replied self-deprecatingly: Hey, the handkerchief I made myself looks like a rag?

There was a long silence.

Write and delete over there.

Brook: A masterpiece full of deconstructionist design ingenuity

"Puchi." Chi Leyou laughed out loud. Ever since his nationality was decoded, his friend's ability to speak nonsense in a serious manner has become better.

The lights changed, and she looked at the stage table in the center of the theater, on which were placed crosstalk props such as fans, wake-up blocks, and handkerchiefs.

The crosstalk was about to begin, and the girl secretly turned off her phone screen.

She stood in the corner, without her work badge protecting her chest. Although her gay friend's jokes made her feel better, the Xiyouhui was full of brightly dressed audiences, and she seemed out of place huddled in the corner.

There are still a few minutes left before leaving the field.

A figure flashed in at the entrance.

Chi Leyou recognized the person instantly.

His tall figure made him particularly eye-catching, and the originally seated audience followed his figure and looked over. With the crowd's cover, Chi Leyou quietly turned his gaze to the man.

Yesterday she was wearing a men's sweater, but today she changed into a formal suit and replaced her casually gathered hair with a carefully groomed hairstyle.

The vivid image hit her mind, and she recalled the not-so-long picnic path where he had a shooting battle with a foreign uncle who loved basketball. He didn't say much, but he was interesting enough. Every word he said was reflected in her mind one by one, like the subtitles flipping below a movie or TV show.

As the show was about to start, Shen Che hurriedly put his phone in his pocket. The screen was dim, and Instagram was still running in the background.

"Brother Che, wait for me." A girl's dissatisfied grumble came from behind.

Without stopping, Chen Che glanced back: "How old are you?"

She was wearing a formal gown and holding a glittering silver light ball evening bag, looking like she was going to attend the Met Gala.

"22 years and 7 months."

Chen Che, who is younger than her, said: "Hehe, sister, nice to meet you."

"Ha!" The Chinese people at the table closest to Chen Che laughed out loud.

Zhao Xizhi almost couldn't breathe.

"Chen Che, you!" The girl, who was dressed up, was so embarrassed that the bag chain in her hand broke with a sound when she squeezed it.

"Heehee, sister, are you going to the Olympics to compete in the discus throw?"

"You!" Studying abroad was just an excuse, actually my mother wanted to arrange a marriage.

I thought this poker face would get better when he grew up, but I didn't expect it to become even more annoying when he grew up.

After going to the bathroom, Mrs. Cen caught up with the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl group.

Just the back view was enough to make them a perfect match. Mrs. Cen was filled with joy and called out, "Xixi, Ah Che."

Zhao Xizhi turned back with a dark face: "I don't want to sit with him."

"They're not sitting next to each other. Aunt Cen, your seats are at the front."

"Huh?" This move caught Mrs. Cen off guard. "Aren't there four tickets? You and Xixi sit together."

At some point, the man had a doll in his hand: "I'll sit with it."

The mother and daughter were stunned and looked at the lamb in Shen Che's hand.

After accurately finding the location on the ticket, Shen Che raised his foot to leave.

Mrs. Cen called out to him, "You're sitting with such a small doll? Is that ok? Do you think you're fishing in Haidilao?"

At the last minute, the staff held up a sign to signal the audience to take their seats as soon as possible.

The man's impatient gaze shifted across the audience and into the corner.

The crowd was vast, and the people around him turned into stacked silhouettes like in a cartoon. The lights in the theater suddenly dimmed, leaving only the light and shadow of the grille in the corner behind the aisle, which attracted his gaze.

Stop, don't move.

"My friend has arrived a long time ago." Chen Che raised the lamb and waved to the girl in the corner, "I'll sit with her."