Chapter 50 Happy Event in the Mountain Village 10 "You are so fierce." An Rao was stunned...
Not sure if he didn't hear or didn't understand, An Rao stared at Bai Chuan motionlessly. After a while, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea from Bai Chuan's hand. His lips, which were hot from drunkenness, touched Bai Chuan's fingers holding the teacup, which were soft and hot.
Baichuan's hands trembled from the heat, and some gentle and tender feelings flashed through his mind, like a fleeting glimpse, as if a long, long time ago, he and someone had shared some warm and soft memories. Those hazy memories were like elves that could not be gazed at, jumping lightly across his mind, and when he really wanted to chase and catch them, the elves immediately disappeared, leaving only a fleeting light like a shooting star in the dark night.
We can’t go to the temple in the afternoon. Baichuan looked at Anrao who was staring blankly at the floral fabric in his hand and sighed in his heart.
After dinner, ten people gathered together to study how to sew a quilt. The fabrics in each person's hands were different, some were colorful floral fabrics, and some were plain soft cotton fabrics. Putting them together made the scene particularly lively and joyful.
"Whether she really gets married or not, I really hope she can be happy," Fang Qingqing stroked the cloth in her hand, "My parents don't have a good relationship. My dad rarely comes home, and even when he does, the three of them never sit down and have a hot meal. My parents would start arguing, and in the end my dad would always slam the door and leave, while my mom would cry hysterically at home, and I would have to pick up the pieces."
Fang Qingqing said as she arranged the position of each piece of fabric on the Baifu quilt according to the pattern of the fabric: "Even if this is just a game, I still hope that she can find a good man, become a couple, and be treated gently for the rest of her life."
Finally, with Fang Qingqing's careful arrangement, the whole Baifu quilt looked festive and lively, without any mess of old cloth strips.
"It's so beautiful!" Fang Qingqing looked at the exquisite and beautiful Baifu quilt in front of her with satisfaction. "I hope that after marriage, this sister can be like this Baifu quilt, full of love and care, so that the originally worn-out strips of cloth can also be revitalized."
The next step was to start sewing. Except for He Xin and Shi Yirou, the others were all novices and could only rely on the two ladies to teach them how to thread the needle.
Baichuan glanced at An Rao, who was staring blankly at the cloth on his lap with his eyes downcast, and then took the needle and thread directly from his hand.
"Huh?" An Rao's gaze slowly moved to Bai Chuan along with the needle and thread that were taken away. He looked at Bai Chuan in confusion, not knowing why he wanted to steal his things.
"You're too slow. You'll slow everyone down." Bai Chuan said coldly. The needle and thread he had just snatched from his hand still carried An Rao's body temperature, and the temperature also touched Bai Chuan's fingertips.
"Oh." An Rao lowered his head obediently, as if he felt that being denied was something that made him very frustrated.
Baichuan once saw someone drunk in the Happy Restaurant. In fact, there were a lot of people who got drunk in the Happy Restaurant. Because of the horror of the game, the pain of losing friends and family, and the fear of entering the game, the psychologically fragile players needed alcohol to numb themselves, even if it was only for a moment of relief. Those players who were drunken all over would either lie on the table and sleep soundly, or sit on the floor and cry loudly, or talk to themselves, or even hurt themselves.
No one has ever been like An Rao. When he is drunk, he doesn't cry, make a fuss, or even sleep. He loses his usual intelligence and calmness and becomes obedient and allows others to control him. Bai Chuan looks at the man's drooping furry head and feels inexplicably angry. How can he be so obedient? Why doesn't he have any defense when he is drunk?
The needle and thread pierced deeply into the cloth, pulling hard to bring the two pieces of cloth that had nothing to do with each other together. Then the silver needle suddenly came out of the cloth, and the silver light decisively cut through the bleak sunlight and drilled into the cloth fiercely.
"You're so fierce." An Rao stared blankly for a long time, sniffed, and commented slowly.
"Stay aside and don't talk." Baichuan's voice became even colder, as cold, hard and sharp as ice chips.
"Brother Bai, Brother Baichuan, you have done my boss's work like this. Does that mean he didn't follow the staff's instructions..." Su Ming asked tremblingly, looking at the deep hatred between Baichuan and the two pieces of cloth in front of him. It was obvious that Brother Bai was unhappy, and the reason for his unhappiness was probably because his boss had increased his workload. How scary...
"No," Baichuan said coldly, his needle and thread still working fiercely, "The staff said this is a collective blessing and collective work, as long as we complete it together, it's fine."
Hearing this, the scarred man threw the needle and thread in his hand to Cheng Lin who was sitting next to him, and ordered without question: "Finish it for me."
Cheng Lin took the needle and thread mechanically without saying a word. Since they came back until now, Cheng Lin has been like a lost soul. When Sister Wang appeared, he even lost his composure without caring about disturbing the NPC. After the task was issued, he simply turned into a piece of wood who could only act mechanically. He said nothing, buried his head in work, and almost got his fingers pierced by the needle several times.
“Young man, be careful if you bully others like this, or no one will help you later!” Wang Quanmin trembled as he sewed the quilt with a needle in his hand, and advised earnestly, “Doctor Lin, it was his roommate who took the initiative to do the work, why are you just throwing your own work away? Ahem!”
"Shut up!" The scarred man glared at Wang Quanmin fiercely.
Baichuan had finished sewing An Rao's portion. He raised his eyelids to take a look at the cloth in Wang Quanmin's hand, and then began to sew his own piece.
"I want to drink some water," An Rao stood up dazedly, and then walked towards where he had placed his teacup before, but he did not see the cup he had placed on the small table in the yard. An Rao stood alone in front of the small table at a loss, "My water cup is gone."
"What's wrong?" Shi Yirou, who had finished her work, walked over.
"The cup I put here is gone. I clearly put it here." An Rao grumbled in dissatisfaction. In the afternoon, only ten of them were sewing the quilt in the yard. The NPCs had gone somewhere. He remembered that he had clearly put the cup on the small low table in the yard, but now the cup was gone! And everyone's cup was gone.
Shi Yirou also found it strange. Before, in order to make it convenient to drink water in the afternoon, everyone put their water cups together on a small table, but now there was nothing on the table? !
Where did all the things go? Shi Yirou looked everywhere for them, leaving only An Rao, who was still drunk and had a -99 self-care ability, standing at the table as punishment.
An Rao's sight moved slowly. A bright light on the wall of Zheng's courtyard attracted his attention. He walked closer and squinted his eyes to examine it for a long time before he realized that it was a small piece of green glass. It should be the broken beer bottle slag that was mixed into the concrete when the wall was built. An Rao squinted and stared at the small piece of green glass. In the bleak sunlight, several figures were reflected on the glass, as if the whole courtyard was crowded with people.
An Rao approached the small piece of glass and stretched out his hand to touch it as if possessed. Suddenly, a small cheer broke out behind him.
"Doctor Lin?" He Xin had already pushed the wheelchair behind him without him noticing. "The Baifu quilt has been sewn. Do you want to go over and take a look? That way we can report back."
In an instant, the figures on the green glass disappeared. It was just a piece of ordinary glass slag reflecting the courtyard scenery in the sunlight. An Rao rubbed his eyes. There was indeed nothing. Was it an illusion caused by his drunkenness? Maybe.
"Doctor Lin?" He Xin raised her head and asked with a frown, "Are you okay?"
An Rao turned around and looked down at the short-haired woman sitting in a wheelchair in front of him. She was very quiet. Although she was in a disadvantaged position where she could not walk, there was no fear in her eyes. She was dressed cleanly, with a thin blanket covering her immobile legs, and she was wearing a pair of clean cotton slippers on her feet. It was obvious that Gao Zhifei took very good care of her.
"It's okay, let's go and take a look." An Rao forced himself to cheer up and pushed He Xin's wheelchair slowly back. His fingertips pinched tightly into his palms. The sharp pain tensed his nerves paralyzed by alcohol. He couldn't let any other players discover his reaction after drinking.
He Xin, who was sitting quietly in the wheelchair, kept thinking, this Doctor Lin drank such a full glass of wine, it is impossible that he is not sick at all, but during the meal, he saw him talking and laughing with the man in black named Baichuan who was sitting next to him. Except for the redness of the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose due to the spiciness of the wine, he was not drunk?
"Doctor Lin doesn't seem to be very honest." He Xin sighed.
An Rao, whose thinking was still slow, asked: "?"
"You haven't told everyone about your discovery in Zheng's house." He Xin smiled.
"Oh," An Rao suddenly realized, "Let's talk about it at dinner." As he said this, he had already pushed He Xin back to Gao Zhifei. When he let go of the wheelchair, he calmly wiped off the blood on the armrest of the wheelchair.
During dinner, An Rao cleared his throat and said, "Thank you for your tolerance. I haven't told you what our group found at Zheng's house today. Sorry, we——"
Before he could even start talking, Bai Chuan held down An Rao's tightly clenched, bloodstained hands and said, "Let me do it.
"The Zheng family lives on the first floor of the Zheng residence. The findings of others can be corroborated. Old Zheng is the village chief of Xingfu Village. He also has a son. We met the child this afternoon. What is different from what we found in school is that the child is a fool and it is impossible for him to study.
"Also, the villagers are discussing that the village chief's daughter will compile a family tree after her wedding. This means that the bride's real name can be found through the family tree. We need to go to the ancestral hall."
"But the ancestral hall is outside the village. Aunt Li said we can't leave the village," Fang Qingqing said anxiously, "It's really at the end of the road outside the wall. It's a bit far."
Rule 5 of the Haunted House Tour Rules: Please follow the staff's instructions throughout the entire tour. Since Aunt Li said before that we cannot leave the village, the ancestral hall is a distant place that cannot be reached no matter what. You cannot go outside the village, even if the ancestral hall is only one meter away from the village, it is still outside the village.
Everyone looked at the steaming food on the table and fell silent.
"Everyone, thank you for your hard work this afternoon!" Sister Wang's high-pitched voice suddenly rang out. She appeared silently behind the scarred man without anyone knowing when, and startled Cheng Lin beside her so much that he almost jumped up again.
Sister Wang didn't pay attention to Cheng Lin's misbehavior. Her eyes quickly fell on the Baifu quilt placed on the empty chair. She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! This quilt is so delicate and beautiful!"
Sister Wang held the thin quilt in her hands mechanically and standardly, with a standard smiling face showing eight snow-white teeth like a puppet, and stared at everyone with her round eyes. She kept expressing her gratitude to everyone in an emotional voice. The incoordination between the round eyes and the toothy smile, the inmatch between the stiff expression and the emotional voice, made people shudder.
It seemed that in an instant, the sky darkened, the night wind began to blow in the mountains, and the fog spread. The hunchbacked old servant took staggering steps and lit the red lanterns in the courtyard one by one. Occasionally, you can see the young chef Ajun, who is responsible for taking care of the village chief's youngest son Zheng Duoyu, shuttling between the wine tables to serve dishes, but Zheng Duoyu seemed to have disappeared and was never seen again.
Old Zheng didn't know if there was a KPI for getting An Rao drunk today, so he took advantage of the time when Sister Wang walked away with the Baifu Quilt to force An Rao to drink another glass of wine. Between the red ghost shadows, the drunken An Rao seemed to see hundreds of ghosts walking in the yard at night, and the festive red paper on the ground turned into paper money. The wooden door of the boudoir on the second floor was wide open, and the bride in a red wedding dress was covered with a red veil so that her face could not be seen, but she stretched out her hand to An Rao from a distance, and her scarlet and sharp nails seemed to want to dig out his heart.
"Everyone, be careful, it's an illusion." An Rao used his last bit of rationality to warn everyone, "Good night."
It turns out that the words "good night" were not meant for Baichuan.
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