Chapter 78: She couldn't accept the idea I gave her

Nine o'clock in the evening.

I arrived at Youranju on time.

After parking the car, I stood at the gate of the yard, feeling a little panicked.

The entire courtyard was dark and silent. If it weren't for the surrounding lights, it would have looked like a haunted house.

After opening the gate, I turned on the lights all the way until everything was bright, and then I felt a sense of familiarity and security.

Boil water, make a pot of tea, take a quilt from the guest room, turn on the air conditioner, and prepare to spend the night in the study.

When I stay at home overnight, I also read for a while before going to sleep. But in this unfamiliar environment, I can’t fall asleep.

After all, there is Xiuxiu, I can chat with her. After I dialed the number, it took a long time for the other party to answer.

"You haven't slept yet?"

"Yeah, I haven't gotten off work yet. It's Chinese New Year, so there are a lot of customers."

"Oh, then you're busy."

"Okay, I'll call you later."

I went online and browsed aimlessly, not reading anything, waiting for my phone to ring.

About half an hour later, Xiuxiu called.

"I just finished my work and closed the shop."

I asked in a rude manner: "Don't you want to take a shower?"

I guess she blushed like Guan Gong and said:

"You have to wash every day in winter?"

I smiled mischievously: "Oh, I always thought girls were more hygienic than us men."

She asked, "Have you arrived at your master's house?"

"Well, the ground area is over 500 square meters, and now there is only one person named Wan Shanhong living here. I feel so sorry for him, he is so lonely."

There was a burst of gloating laughter from the other side.

I imagined that she lived in the attic of the clothing store, lying down and chatting like me, and thought, how nice it would be if I could lie down and chat with her.

I asked in a very scumbag way: "Is your bed very small?"

She said, "Wan Shanhong, can you talk about something else?"

"That's too stiff. Wouldn't it be better to call me Wan Shanhong, Miss Wan, or Shanhong, or Hong?"

She laughed so hard that her voice crackled. Then she asked me:

"Have you been dating since high school?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me, I know everything. I'm very experienced."

"Comrade Qiao Xiuxiu, to tell you the truth, I was so focused on getting into university at the time that I barely spoke to any girls."

"Oh, Comrade Qiao Xiuxiu."

"Oh, you should call me Comrade Xiuxiu, or just Xiu."

There was a slight laugh over there.

"You're in high school, so there should be a lot of people chasing you, right?"

"I won't tell you."

"I like rankings. For example, in my class, I ranked first in Chinese, 23rd in math, and 47th in English.

Now, I want to rank you among Qiao Xiuxiu's suitors. Don't be too specific, just a two-digit or three-digit number will do."

It took her a long time to answer: "I'm counting on my fingers, but I still haven't figured it out."

I burst out laughing: "You are quite humorous."

"I learned it from you."

We flirted with each other like this.

Until she said, "Sorry, the battery is out. You should sleep well."

I looked at the wall clock and thought, my grandma, Einstein's theory of relativity was probably inspired by his love life.

We talked for two hours, but it felt like time flew by. After we hung up, I couldn't sleep. I read instead.

I was half asleep, and I felt uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa. I grabbed my blanket and went to the guest room. I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by a call from Xiuxiu.

She smiled and said, "I made you a bowl of noodles. It's on WeChat. Please receive it."

Then I remembered that I should go out for breakfast.

After leaving the yard and walking a few steps east, there is a breakfast shop.

I ran into Jingjing at the Ginseng Store. She looked at me in surprise:

"Your family runs a breakfast shop, and you still come out to eat? Won't you get beaten up by your sister?"

My sister is so powerful that her reputation has spread to this street?

I smiled and said, "She doesn't hit anyone, she's very gentle. Master and his family are out, I'm guarding the yard here."

Several neighbors heard our conversation and asked with concern, "Are you afraid of sleeping alone?"

How can a quasi-master say he is afraid?

I laughed out loud: "I've never seen a ghost before. I really want to see one."

They believed that because the master's image was so great, the apprentice must have learned some unorthodox methods.

I returned to Youranju and sat in the living room with nothing to do.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. There are only ten days left until the Chinese New Year. Those who should be getting married, putting up the roof beams, and moving have already done it.

Unless an elderly person dies suddenly and they want to choose a date for burial; or if someone is in the hospital and is about to die, they want to have a fortune-telling to see if they can hold on and die after the New Year.

Apart from these two situations, there is almost no need to come to Youran Ju, so it is normal that there is not much business.

I don't want any business either. These aren't good businesses, and they're painful for other people.

I just sit there.

Fortunately, some of the neighbors were free and came in to chat with me. They knew my master's family inside and out, and as they chatted, they couldn't help but tell me some stories about my master's family.

For example, they discussed whether Master and his wife went to Shanghai or Shenzhen. Some said she must have gone to her daughter's home in Shanghai, while others said that wasn't necessarily the case and that she must have gone to her son's home in Shenzhen.

I said, “I went to Shenzhen.”

They were all incredulous and said I must have remembered it wrongly. I should have gone to Shanghai.

As a master of fortune-telling, he knows how to "see the big picture from the subtle." What's the point of their argument? It's normal for the son and daughter to go to either family.

I looked at them and said, "The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh."

They smiled and dropped the subject.

If you think about it quietly, there is quite a lot of information in it.

They didn't talk, and I didn't ask. The less you know about other people's affairs, the better, let alone my master's.

The elephant was about to step on the ant to death. The ant asked, "Why? Give me a reason."

The elephant sneered: "My dear, you know too many secrets."

At this moment, a woman walked in, and the neighbors, understanding the situation, retreated. This was the reason they didn't usually come to the house - fortune telling inevitably involves personal privacy. It was impolite to watch.

The woman looked to be in her thirties and was beautiful.

I emphasize "beautiful" because it is a higher level than "pretty." It means being more intellectual, more elegant, more graceful, and more attractive than being pretty.

In addition to the good first impression, she immediately made me like her a thousand percent more.

She didn't ask if her master was there. Her first question was, "Are you Mr. Wan Shanhong?"

Since they came for me, I was naturally happy and made an exception to pour tea for the customers.

She took the teacup with a smile in her eyes. "I thought you were working at the Night Talk Room. I asked the people at the noodle shop, and they said you were here."

She had followed him on purpose, and her favorability soared like a flock of egrets flying into the blue sky.

I smiled and said, "Here during the day."

She held the teacup in both hands and said, "I don't want to tell fortunes, I just want to ask you something."

I understand that she needs psychological counseling.

"Go ahead."

She began to tell...

After listening, I smiled and said, "You've said so much. Let me summarize. You and your husband are very loving. You also abide by the rules of marriage and are a good woman. But your mother-in-law always suspects that you are having an affair with someone else. Is that right?"

She nodded, her beautiful big eyes looking at me, waiting for my next words.

I looked away. The problem was her eyes. I met his gaze, but I couldn't look her in the eye.

I, Wan Shanhong, have nothing to do with her. She is married and there is such a huge age gap between us. It is impossible for her to fall in love with me. However, I received a strange message from her eyes:

Her eyes were full of love and affection, as if she was in love with me.

I said, "Don't worry. I'll analyze it for you slowly. You should have eye surgery."

"Ah? That can't be true!"