"Ah! That's my mother's favorite vase!"
After a short silence, Jing Yue was the first to get angry. She screamed and turned her head to look at the servant who was at a loss in front of the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. She burst out with an aura that was completely inconsistent with her petite physique and roared, "What do you do for a living! Are you blind?"
"You can't even afford to pay for ten of these bottles, do you know that?!"
"How dare you break it? Who gave you the courage?"
"What did you say? Hands shaking?"
"If you have Parkinson's, get treatment! Don't just stand here and get in the way!"
"I'm telling you! We don't keep idiots who eat for free!"
Jing Yue pointed at the servant with her hands on her hips, spitting: "If you can't do the job, get out as soon as possible!"
…
The servants in the entire hall lowered their heads, each busy with their own things, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.
...
...
Jing Cheng looked at the little girl in front of him, whose height was not even as high as his shoulders, as if he was looking at a monster that could change its face.
"I heard that you lost your memory? You probably don't remember who I am?" Jing Yue pinched the corner of her skirt tightly and looked up at Jing Cheng nervously.
Jing Cheng was silent for a moment before he said, "I don't remember." But today was impressive enough that he felt it would be difficult for him to forget what he saw today.
Jing Yue instantly breathed a sigh of relief, raised her chin high, nodded at him reservedly, and smiled slightly: "Then let's get to know each other again. I am the only lady in this family - Jing Yue."
Jing Cheng's mouth twitched: "...I know."
"My mother is the only one in this family... huh? What? You know?" Jing Yue stared at him with wide eyes. Thinking of how she had just called him a "little bastard", she shuddered (Jing Cheng raised his eyebrows), and her smile was gradually replaced by fear. "You haven't completely lost your memory?"
As expected of a drama queen’s daughter, her face-changing speed is so fast that even Sichuan opera actors can’t compare to her…
Jing Cheng glanced at her, but before he could say anything, the little girl suddenly jumped up and pointed at his nose, saying, "I...I, I, I, I tell you! My mother will be back tonight, you can't bully me!"
"..." Jing Cheng stretched out his hand to remove her delicate fingers and said woodenly: "...You think too much."
Just based on the scene just now, it's unclear who is bullying whom...
Jing Cheng walked into the hall, casually tapped a servant on the shoulder and asked, "Where is my room?"
Jing Yue followed behind him, jumping up and down, chirping like a little bird, "Did you lose your memory? You're not lying, are you? I told you! They don't play it like that on TV anymore! Are you lying because you're afraid your dad will scold you for secretly going racing?"
"Say something!"
Seeing that Jing Cheng had been ignoring her, Jing Yue couldn't help but reach out to pull Jing Cheng's arm, but unexpectedly Jing Cheng seemed to have eyes on his back and quickly turned away.
“……” Jing Yue blinked. Was she dazzled just now?
Jing Cheng didn't expect that the person he casually photographed was actually the servant who had just broken the vase. She was a woman who looked to be in her 50s, with gray hair, a hunched body, and a look of exhaustion on her face, as if she would collapse at any moment.
What surprised Jing Cheng was that the moment she raised her head and saw him, her eyes were fierce.
Jing Cheng was stunned for a moment, and when he looked over again, he saw that the other person's eyebrows and eyes were calm, just like everyone else, as if the moment just now was just an illusion.
"Second Young Master, your room is the third room from the left on the second floor." The servant lowered his head and spoke in a calm tone.
Jing Cheng: “…Thank you.” It seems that “changing faces” should be the characteristic of the Jing family.
"Did you hear what I was saying?!" Jing Yue was yelling like an angry bird, trying to assert her presence.
Jing Cheng turned around, as if he had just noticed her, and asked in surprise: "Huh? Why are you still following me?"
"Follow you?" Jing Yue saw Jing Cheng's innocent face, and her dark eyes slowly brewed with flames of anger. She screamed, "I followed you and shouted all the way. Are you deaf?!!!"
This little girl has a really shrill voice! Jing Cheng rubbed his ears, looked at her helplessly, and asked in a good-tempered manner: "What do you want to say?"
"Hmph!" Seeing that he finally paid attention to her, Jing Yue put her hands on her hips, her eyes rolling around. She also forgot what she wanted to ask, so she had to bite the bullet and said, "...Have you eaten?"
Jing Cheng glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand was pointing to "10" and he was speechless.
"It doesn't seem like it's time to eat now." Jing Cheng reminded.
"What?" The little girl was confused for a moment, then she reacted immediately and said angrily, "I can't be hungry!"
"..." Jing Cheng looked at her speechlessly, "Then go and eat."
There are so many servants in the Jing family. Are they waiting for him to cook?
Jing Yue: "..." What on earth is she talking about? She's not hungry at all! Ahhhh I'm so mad!!!
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Jing Cheng turned around and prepared to go upstairs to check out the room that belonged to the original Jing Cheng. He saw from the corner of his eye that she was about to follow him, so he quickened his pace and quickly went up to the second floor in two steps.
Jing Yue stared at his back and thought depressedly: She is not a monster, why should I avoid her like this!
She stood there and kicked the steps, getting angry with herself for a while, and accidentally discovered that the servant who had just broken the vase was staring at Jing Cheng's back with a frown.
Jing Yue asked her suspiciously: "Auntie Zhang, what are you looking at?"
Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment and told her discovery: "Miss Yue, why do I feel that the second young master seems to be different this time... Are you sure he is Young Master Jingcheng? Could it be that the police have recognized the wrong person?"
After Jing Cheng got into trouble, the police came to Jing's house to investigate, so the servants all knew that Jing Cheng was hospitalized due to the warehouse explosion after being kidnapped.
Jing Yue looked at her in confusion, "Are you getting old and confused? How could you have made a mistake?" She did find that her second brother's temper was much better this time when he came back, but his face was still the same face... However, her second brother's skin was much better than the last time she saw him. Could it be that the hospital food was good for him?
Hearing the certainty in Jingyue's tone, Aunt Zhang opened her mouth to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she gave up.
"What are you thinking about? He's my brother, how can I admit my mistake?" Jing Yue saw her standing there in a daze, and said unhappily: "Hurry up and sweep up the broken pieces of the vase on the ground. What if my mother comes back and sees it and gets angry and wants to fire you? You won't even have anywhere to cry then!"
Hearing Jingyue's previous words, Zhang Ma's face turned pale. She quickly lowered her head to cover it up and stammered, "Thank you, Miss Jingyue. I'll clean it up right away."
Jing Yue stood on the steps with his arms folded, looking down at her, his chin raised high, and said in a commanding manner: "Here, here and here, look carefully!"
Aunt Zhang hurriedly swept the floor as she requested, and only dared to look up after Jingyue left with satisfaction.
In the hall, the servants were watering the flowers and mopping the floor, and no one noticed her actions.
She looked towards a room on the second floor with a complicated expression on her face.
The look seemed to be a little bit fearful, and also carried a hint of imperceptible resentment.
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That night.
The bedside lamp was dimly lit. After washing up, Jing Cheng lay on the bed playing with his cell phone.
Although he had actually been in contact with this small iron cube for less than a week, he dared to say that he had never let it go since he took the phone from Assistant Wang.
Mobile phones are really great things. It seems that all the information in the world is condensed in this small cube. As long as you are connected to the Internet, you can find out anything you want to know. It is better than the Taoist magical powers of "clairvoyance" and "super hearing". After all, clairvoyance can only see a few thousand miles away, and super hearing also has a distance limit. Only with mobile phones can you learn about the world across continents and oceans.
Jing Cheng learns things very quickly, especially the content that interests him. He can't wait to cram all of this into his head.
So he carried his phone with him when he ate, put it in his pocket when he went to the toilet, and turned it off and put it next to his pillow when he slept... Even when he was drawing talismans, he would play soothing music to get the feeling, and take a photo after successfully drawing the talisman.
At dinner today, Jingyue looked disgusted with him, saying how could he become a "cell phone slave". In the past, he would have gone out to play with his friends long ago, but after being discharged from the hospital, he actually stayed at home all day, either watching TV or playing with his cell phone, living like a middle-aged or elderly woman who had retired at home.
Jingcheng's explanation for this is that because of amnesia, he has to collect news by watching TV and using his mobile phone to fill in his blind spots in knowledge.
Jing Yue rolled her eyes, probably thinking that he was mentally ill.
To Jing Cheng's surprise, he actually found a lot of fragments of ancient Taoist books on the Internet, and they were very cheap. He selected them one by one and placed orders, spending hundreds of yuan in the blink of an eye. He didn't care. Assistant Wang had recharged his mobile bank account with several million yuan before, and the small amount of tens or hundreds of yuan was just a drop in the bucket.
...Now Jing Cheng has understood that the money used by modern people is not silver dollars, but RMB, and now inflation is severe, and money is very worthless.
In other words, the few hundred dollars he made was not as much as one dollar a hundred years ago.
Although Jing Cheng is now occupying the original Jing Cheng's identity, he does not intend to use this identity for the rest of his life.
He practiced the "worldly" Tianshi Dao and was used to traveling around, so he was destined not to stay in this comfortable place for too long.
So he wanted to understand the world as much as possible and prepare himself for his future entry into the world.
Perhaps it was because the keywords he had searched recently were all related to "Taoism", and today his mobile phone actually pushed him a link to a forum called "Academic Exchange among Various Taoist Schools".
Jing Cheng clicked on it out of curiosity, only to find the page was blank.
He thought the network was stuck, so he waited for a moment, and a line of words slowly appeared on the blank interface: Which Taoist sect do you belong to?
Jing Cheng: “…” Is he talking to him?
He found that the input method on his mobile phone page was already available. He tapped the screen with his finger, hesitated, and did not move.
But below this line of words appeared another line of words: What are you hesitating about? If you have it, just say it. If you don’t have it, I won’t discriminate against you.
Jing Cheng: “…………”
Is this phone a spirit?
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The author has something to say:
At dinner time, a plate of mooncakes was placed on the table.
Jing Cheng suddenly remembered that tomorrow was Mid-Autumn Festival, so he took a piece and tasted it.
Jing Yue's eyes widened: Second brother is crazy, eating five-nut mooncakes? !
Jing Cheng frowned: Why is it so unpalatable?
He broke it open and saw only red and green threads of uneven thickness and a few scattered peanuts inside.
Jingcheng threw it away expressionlessly.
Is such inferior filling worthy of being called “five-nut mooncake”?
I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~
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