As soon as they entered the village, they headed towards Yao Ruxing's house.
Old Yao, who was taking a nap in the courtyard, was humming an unknown tune when he inadvertently opened his eyes and saw four people standing outside the wooden door. He was so startled that he sat up immediately and stared wide-eyed.
Old Yao straightened up, his hand trembling slightly as he fanned himself with a palm leaf fan.
He knew the mountain road was difficult to travel, and besides, Lingyan Village was not on the map and could not be navigated to. Why were these people here?
Soon, Old Man Yao's face showed wariness and vigilance.
Yan Chiyu stepped forward. "Excuse me, are you Grandpa Yao? We are Yao Ruxing's classmates."
The young man broke the silence with politeness and friendliness.
After revealing their identities, the wariness in Old Man Yao's eyes eased somewhat, but he still harbored suspicion: "Excuse me, Xingxing didn't tell us that any of her classmates were coming. May I ask who you are here for...?"
Judging from Old Yao's voice, he had no accent, and his manner of speaking suggested that he was educated.
“Something happened to Yao, so it’s inconvenient for her to come. This is a letter she wrote herself. After you read it, you’ll understand why we’ve come.” The host didn’t invite him in, so Yan Chiyu handed the letter written by Yao Ruxing to Old Man Yao at the door.
Tie Zhu, huffing and puffing, held the letter above his head and ran towards Old Man Yao.
When Old Man Yao saw the walking paper figures, he broke out in a cold sweat. He tremblingly reached out and took the envelope, realizing that these students from the stars were no ordinary people.
Old Yao quickly read through the letter, confirming several times that it was his granddaughter's handwriting, before he understood the cause and effect of the 'accident'. He hurriedly stepped forward and opened the wooden gate of the courtyard: "It is this old man who has neglected the masters. Please come in, please come in quickly."
Cheng Pingxi muttered to Uncle Min from behind, "Every time I hear the word 'master,' I think it sounds like a charlatan."
Uncle Min smiled without saying a word. He remembered that the second young master first came into contact with feng shui work when he was seven years old. At that time, employers called him "Master" all the time, and the scene was incredibly absurd and funny. Those people who called him that were probably thinking he was a charlatan.
Old Yao invited Yan Chiyu and the others inside, and then hurriedly bolted all the gates in the courtyard.
Yao Ruxing's house was no different from any other ordinary rural house. If there was anything special about it, it was that as soon as Wu Yue entered, she saw something that looked like a Buddha statue on a long reddish-brown table facing the hall. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a glass goddess statue.
Old Yao invited them to sit down. "Xingxing's parents are working in the village and haven't come back yet. I'm home alone. Shall I make you some tea? Oh, look at my memory, you young people probably don't like tea. There's some milk and some drip coffee Xingxing brought back last time. What would you like to drink?"
Originally, Yan Chiyu didn't want to say anything, but seeing the old man's enthusiasm, he said, "Then I'll trouble you. A pot of tea will do."
After Old Man Yao finished his preparations, the four of them sat down around the square table. Uncle Min, holding a cup of tea, sat on a stool behind Yan Chiyu. Old Man Yao glanced at Uncle Min curiously. Why did these children seem disrespectful to their elders? Why were they making their elders sit on small stools?
Uncle Min met Old Man Yao's curious gaze and smiled slightly: "Hello, Mr. Yao, I am the housekeeper and driver for these children." Uncle Min didn't say anything more, and Old Man Yao nodded and looked away.
Yao Ruxing's letter highlighted many key points, urging her grandfather to treat the guests well, show them respect, and say everything he could. So the old man Yao didn't mince words, though he couldn't help but wonder about the true identities of these young children.
"Rest assured, we only want to know the whereabouts of Suzaku, and we will not ask about anything else."
Old Man Yao looked at the person who had spoken.
Those dark eyes were as clear as a stream, but her overall demeanor was somewhat unfathomable.
It's that little girl again...
He felt a little intimidated whenever the other person spoke or looked at him, though he couldn't explain why.
Old Yao composed himself before speaking: "Xingxing was born at midnight on the fifteenth of July..."
At midnight on the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open wide.
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