Wanwan tugged at Zhang Xiu's sleeve, following closely behind with small, hesitant steps. Under the soft moonlight, the two carefully searched the restaurant.
A whooshing sound rang out above their heads. Zhang Xiu looked up and saw a white figure flying swiftly across the air above the restaurant like a ghost.
That's him!
"I'd like to see what tricks you're up to!"
Zhang Xiu deftly rolled up his sleeves, reached out and scooped up Wanwan, then quickly chased after her.
It was late at night, and a thin mist had risen in the air. Fine water droplets covered the eaves and flowers. The hair of the two people, one big and one small, was slightly shiny after passing through the layers of mist.
The white figure moved with incredible speed, like a fish floating in the air. Zhang Xiu chased it for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but couldn't even catch a glimpse of its clothes.
Wanwan nestled obediently on her aunt's shoulder, her small body bouncing up and down with her aunt's running movements. Hearing her aunt's increasingly heavy breathing, Wanwan had a sudden inspiration.
As if by accident, she raised her small hand in the air, and the water mist in the air quickly gathered behind the two of them as if on command, condensing into a water column. The mist in front of them also quickly dissipated, and the vision instantly became clear. The dewdrops on the flowers and leaves floated into the air and joined the water column controlled by Wanwan.
"Heaven is helping me!"
Seeing the fog dissipate, Zhang Xiu felt a surge of joy and quickened his pace, soon catching up with the figure.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly seemed to leap up onto the roof.
It was during this leap that Wanwan and Zhang Xiu discovered that the man had a shiny silver thread tied around his waist.
"As expected, someone was behind this!"
Zhang Xiu cursed loudly, and the little fear he felt vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of anger.
She picked up a piece of vegetable root drying in the courtyard and threw it at the person, but he easily dodged it. Zhang Xiu was so angry that she stomped her feet.
Wanwan raised her hand to shield her eyes from the backlighting moonlight, and saw the person's route. With a wave of her small hand in the air, the jet of water behind her rushed towards the person like a fierce tiger.
The person dodged again, a slightly cunning smile curving up the corners of their small, curved lips.
I've been infected!
This time, we're going to make that bad guy fall flat on his face!
Taking advantage of the moment when the man adjusted his angle, Wanwan clearly saw the position of the thin line. With a clench of her small hand, the water column transformed into a short, sharp blade. She lightly slashed at the man's waist, and the thin line snapped instantly, the water blade bursting apart in mid-air.
"ah--"
Without the support of the thin thread, the man screamed and fell off the eaves like a white bird struck by an arrow, landing with a loud thud right in front of Wanwan.
"Ouch, that hurts so much..."
The back of the man's clothes fell to his forehead. As he cried out in pain, he lifted his clothes, revealing an ordinary face that was now covered in various colors from the fall.
Wanwan stepped forward, her delicate eyebrows raised, hands on her hips, looking stern as if interrogating a criminal. "Confess quickly! Did the bad guys at the restaurant send you to cause trouble?"
Zhang Xiu stepped forward, pinched Wanwan's waist, and moved her to the side like lifting a small teapot. "Wanwan, stand further away, it's dangerous."
Then she turned around, grabbed the man by the collar with lightning speed, lifted him up by the waist, and said fiercely, "Tell me! Did the restaurant send you? If you don't, I'll beat you to a pulp!"
The man barely opened his swollen, purple eyelids. He saw that the woman in front of him looked like a demon, and when he heard the words "I'll find my teeth on the ground," he was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
That night, the constables, who were fast asleep, yawned as they came to Wanjia Restaurant to arrest the person who was causing the ghost, and then yawned again as they returned home with the injured prisoner.
Unlike the sleepy-eyed constables, Wanwan's eyes were still sparkling with excitement the next day when she went home with Zhang Xiu, like two pools of spring water filled with pearls.
Zhang Xiu carried Wanwan and listened to her detailed account of her ghost-catching experiences along the way. When they reached the village entrance, they saw Wan Qiufeng's young wife arguing with him. After asking around, they learned that this spendthrift had taken his wife's only dowry to gamble.
Zhang Xiu covered her crescent-shaped eyes with her hand and hurried back to the Wan family.
Wanwan was very happy. She didn't stay at home for long before skipping and jumping all the way to the Xiao family's house.
Xiao Qi's study door was wide open, and he was sitting upright inside practicing calligraphy.
Today, he was still dressed impeccably in black clothes. Sunlight shone in, reflecting off the snow-white paper and onto his cool, melancholy face.
A ray of sunlight, cut through by the leaves, shone on his other side of his face, making his eyes appear both deep and shallow, and for a moment, he seemed like a celestial being.
Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then went into his study without any hesitation.
The light before his eyes was blocked by a small shadow. A hint of displeasure flashed across Xiao Qi's focused face. He looked up and saw who it was, but the displeasure vanished immediately. He only gave Wanwan a deep look, but still didn't say a word, and buried himself in writing again.
Upon seeing the paper and pen, Wanwan suddenly realized why Xiao Qi had acted this way, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"Brother Xiao, your handwriting is so beautiful."
Wanwan, like a piece of chewing gum, sidled up to Xiao Qi with a fawning, coquettish smile.
Xiao Qi paused for a moment, then gave a faint "hmm" without even turning his head.
broken!
Wanwan held her small forehead; she hadn't quite managed to flatter him properly.
"Brother Xiao, this time Wanwan didn't go to slack off. Wanwan even helped Auntie catch the bad guy who was pretending to be a ghost at the restaurant! Isn't Wanwan amazing?"
Wanwan moved closer, wanting to grab Xiao Qi's arm, but then remembered that he was writing, so she awkwardly withdrew her hand and waited for Xiao Qi to speak.
Ghost hunting?
What kind of ghost is this little girl catching?
Xiao Qi frowned slightly, turned to look at her, but saw her smiling sweetly. He felt a wave of helplessness and turned his face away, ignoring her.
Wanwan was a little disappointed. After squatting quietly for a while, she stood up excitedly, walked around, and sat down opposite Xiao Qi.
He reached out and picked up a few sheets of Xuan paper, then solemnly picked up a brush and began copying the book in front of Xiao Qi.
He looked determined to do his best.
Xiao Qi noticed that she was making too much noise while writing, so he slightly raised his eyes.
Seeing the little girl struggling to write, with her pen grip and writing order all incorrect, I couldn't help but shake my head slightly and sigh silently in my heart.
Seeing how serious Wanwan looked, Xiao Qi thought she would finally get some peace and quiet.
However, before a cup of tea could be brewed, Wanwan cheerfully raised the Xuan paper in her hand and approached Xiao Qi, insisting on showing it to him. "Brother Xiao, Wanwan has been copying the book diligently, so please don't be stubborn. Look, Wanwan has written so many words!"
Xiao Qi silently looked up and carefully examined the Xuan paper that Wanwan had displayed for a while, but he couldn't recognize a single familiar character.
Are you still angry?
Wanwan peeked half her head out from behind the paper, her round eyes sparkling with a captivating light, only to see that Xiao Qi had already resumed practicing his calligraphy.
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