Chapter 83: How many zeros? The two salted fish lost their dreams at this moment...
The auction was scheduled for next Saturday, and Chang Xile and Daisy Gang had agreed to meet there. Before leaving, Daisy Gang didn't say anything extra, while Chang Xile, on the other hand, seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Daisy Port stopped and asked her patiently, "What's wrong?"
Chang Xile thought for a long time before saying, "You guys... remember to burn more paper money for Shanyan."
The moment she saw Daixigang, she remembered that Dai Shanyan hadn't yet reincarnated, waiting for her family. But it wasn't something she had the right to speak about, so she could only try to help Dai Shanyan's life in the afterlife be better.
Looking at Xie Wuya's pale appearance after being unworshipped for a long time...it seems that the ghost messenger also needs to be worshipped.
Dai Xigang originally wanted to laugh at her superstition, but he suddenly remembered Chang Xile's unusual, almost psychic ability at Dai's Villa that day.
His expression became serious, and he asked tentatively, "Besides paper money, is there anything else we need to burn?"
Chang Xile touched her chin, and after a while she had an idea: "Burn some animal leashes? It would be better to burn a few more."
Daisy Port:?
Chang Xile: Yes!
The last time she saw Dai Shanyan, she was still tying the front legs of each small animal with a soul-harvesting rope. If the animals didn't sync up, they would easily fight. Dai Shanyan was patient with them, but it was also inevitable that she would get frustrated.
It would be nice to have some animal leashes.
Daisy Gang didn't quite understand, but he didn't take it as a joke. Instead, he said seriously, "I will. Anything else?"
"Well...you can write a letter and say whatever you want to say." Chang Xile couldn't think of anything else, so he instructed, "When you burn it, just silently say her name in your heart."
Daisy nodded, took a few steps back, and turned around. Chang Xile met his gaze, seeing his sorrowful expression again. "She can get it, right?"
Chang Xile nodded solemnly and vigorously.
But this is a one-way door. The Dai family can write letters, but Dai Shanyan cannot bring anything back.
When Chang Xile returned to the dormitory, Fang Xinai was already there. She leaned back in her chair and looked at Chang Xile with restraint and impatience, as if she had something to say.
Chang Xile saw that she was feeling very uncomfortable, so he offered her a way out and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I thought you were going to look for Anping." Fang Xinai glanced at the white wall above Chang Xile's desk, which was no longer painted. There was a clear color difference between the center and the surrounding area, indicating that something precious had once been here.
Chang Xile shook her head. She poured out the painting from the tube, spread it out, and finally hung it back on the wall. She looked at the painting and suddenly sighed:
"I lost him."
Chang Xile's words were taken literally, but Fang Xinai was familiar with these "broken heart" lines. She sighed, thinking, "Sometimes, two people who are not destined to be together can't be together even if they push each other hard."
Fang Xinai felt that Chang Xile's disappointment was partly due to her. He had been living a peaceful life, but she had insisted on teasing him. So she consoled him, "There are plenty of fish in the sea! I think the man in the suit you're dating today is quite nice. Is he the same guy you met at the cafe last time?"
Chang Xile glanced at her, and Fang Xinai confessed: "Sorry, my friend is really powerful and gossipy. She told me."
"She has a natural talent for being a journalist," Chang Xile commented calmly. She finished hanging the painting, returned to her seat, and said, "But I don't like that...man in a suit."
"Is it because he's wearing a suit, or because he's not Anping?" Fang Xinai looked at her with his face held high. He decided to just go for broke. Since he had already interfered, he might as well interfere to the end.
"But Anping is indeed stunningly handsome. Even when he's not dressed up, he's still so good-looking that you wouldn't dare take a second look at him." Fang Xinai touched his chin and said, "Maybe if Anping puts on some formal clothes, he'll be fascinated by you again."
Chang Xile also imitated her and looked at Fang Xinai for a while before suddenly asking, "Do I like Anping?"
Fang Xinai stared at her blankly and asked, "Don't you like it?"
"What does it mean to like someone?" Chang Xile frowned, unable to imagine what it would be like to like Anping. After all, he was just a cat.
"Actually, there are many answers to this question, and everyone has their own feelings. For example, you think about him all day long, or you empathize with his experience, or you suddenly think he is very cute or pitiful." At this time, Fang Xinai inexplicably looked like a charming and intimate elder sister. She curled the corners of her lips slightly, hooked her finger at Chang Xile, and motioned her to come closer.
"Please give me some advice, Teacher Fang." Chang Xile did not doubt the words of Fang Xinai, who had experienced love. She bent down towards her and put her ear close to listen.
"But my method is very simple." Fang Xinai's lips opened and closed gently. "Whether you want to kiss him or not, whether you want to sleep with him or not, that's the fundamental thing."
Chang Xile's face flushed crimson in an instant, and soon she was screaming like a boiling kettle. She shrunk back into her chair, covered her ears, and said, "Fang Xinai, I will never call you teacher again! Whatever you teach me!"
Fang Xinai smiled triumphantly, crossed his arms, and said, "Oh, you'll understand later."
That must have been a very terrible day, Chang Xile thought.
On a rare weekend, Fang Xinai was busy scrolling through her phone again. Chang Xile leaned back on the table, her head in her hands, her gaze unconsciously focused on the sunset painting again.
What had Anping felt when she said she wanted to break up? He had so many secrets he hadn't shared, but he was so excited to give her the painting and have her praise him.
Chang Xile shook her head and ordered herself not to think about it anymore. She turned to Fang Xinai and asked, "Where is Ren Mei? And has Gui Si come back today?"
"Sister Ren is in the library. I haven't seen her today." Fang Xinai said, and suddenly lowered his voice to whisper to Chang Xile, "Oh, by the way, Sister Ren and I have a plan."
"There are only two of us in this dormitory. Why are you speaking so quietly?" Chang Xile was puzzled.
"That's the atmosphere of a conspiracy!" Fang Xinai blamed Chang Xile for not understanding romance. She continued, "Guisi's birthday is coming up, and we want to celebrate it together on her birthday. We can secretly buy a cake or something."
"Sure." Chang Xile had no objection. She calculated the date and asked, "Is it next Sunday?"
"Yes." Fang Xinai nodded.
"Then I happen to be free." The auction was scheduled for Saturday, which didn't coincide with his birthday, but Chang Xile was a little confused. "But why didn't you tell Guise?"
"Well, I mainly want to give her a surprise. From what she said, it's been a long time since she celebrated her birthday. How can this be possible?" Although Fang Xinai is not the oldest, she is just as concerned about the eldest sister as Ren Qing, the youngest. Chang Xile is busy, so she leaves the details of the birthday celebration to the two of them.
But what was strange was that Yang Guisi did not return to the dormitory that night.
During class on Monday, she sent another message asking Chang Xile to answer it for her.
Yang Guisi never skipped classes before, and Chang Xile was a little worried, wondering what was wrong with her. But she could probably guess that it had something to do with the private message she received last night.
That was a private matter she didn't want to talk about, and Chang Xile didn't dare to ask too much.
Time flew by, and it was Friday night. Yang Guisi seemed to have returned during classes over the past few days, but she always left in a hurry. Chang Xile and the others could never see her or communicate with her. Even Chang Xile only received the transfer of Yang Guisi's earnings on Monday night. She saved this unexpected fortune in the card Dai Shanyan had left her, waiting for the opportunity to use it.
Fang Xinai repeatedly urged Yang Guisi to come out and have dinner with him in the dormitory on Sunday, sending him a hundred private messages:
"You are my heaven and my earth. This dinner party wouldn't be complete without you. If you don't come to eat, I'll go on a hunger strike right here for three days and three nights. When I come back, you'll see Ai with rats falling off his back, Qing heartbroken, and Le inconsolable!"
Unable to bear the harassment, Yang Guisi finally replied "OK", but asked Fang Xinai to keep silent from now on.
Fang Xinai agreed without hesitation.
Chang Xile lay in the recliner, absent-mindedly browsing his phone.
She is going to an auction tomorrow. She has never been to such a place before and feels like she needs to prepare something.
Chang Xile paused at the thought, and suddenly began to check the balances of his various bank cards, and opened his mobile phone calculator to try to calculate his total net worth.
After seeing this considerable balance, she started to check the auction sales of Prosit's paintings over the years online.
After a moment, Fang Xinai looked at Chang Xile slumped in the chair with a horrified look and sighed silently: "Xile? What's wrong with you, Xile!"
Chang Xile stared at the ceiling for a long time, thinking it over, and could only utter one sentence: "I am so poor."
This is a common problem among young people today, and it's practically incurable. Fang Xinai had no choice but to offer some comfort: "Don't worry, it's normal for students to be broke. Don't bully a poor young person! Tell me what you want to buy. Sister Ai has a little money and can help you out."
Chang Xile weakly raised his hand and shook the phone screen, motioning Fang Xinai to look.
The ignorant little girl squinted her eyes and muttered, "How many zeros are there? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."
When Ren Qing returned to the dormitory from the library, she saw two hopeless people slumped over their chairs, motionless. She opened her eyes wide and urged them, "What time is it? Why don't you wash up? Hurry up, or I'll wash up first."
"You go first." Fang Xinai said indifferently, "Salted fish are not suitable for washing, but are suitable for accumulating salt."
Ren Qing thought she was having another daily madness, so he took the washbasin and went into the bathroom without any hesitation.
Fang Xinai turned around, looked at Chang Xile, and asked, "Do you really want it that much?"
Chang Xile nodded heavily.
Fang Xinai said with a heavy heart, "It's just a painting, something with paint on a piece of paper. Look, Anping can paint, too. Why don't you buy his? Young artists like him usually don't get their talent recognized, so the price is cheaper."
After listening to this, Chang Xile looked at her meaningfully and lay down even flatter.
After a long time, she straightened up again and smoothly filled the seat in the bathroom after Ren Xi finished washing up.
"Have you come to your senses?" Fang Xinai asked. "Do you want to think about your outfit for tomorrow? It feels like a very grand occasion."
"No, I want to go to bed directly." Chang Xile said decisively.
The only thing she needed to prepare was money. Since she had no money, she could just take someone with her.
She hoped to catch Anping, otherwise she would probably never see the new original works of painter Prosit again in her life.
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