Chapter 716 You Are Different From Them
Before Ye Xiaoman went to bed, an uninvited guest came into the room.
Her fellow students were very excited and talked to her for a long time after dinner. Her senior sisters even bought fireworks for her to celebrate. She played until very late before returning to her room happily.
Halfway through, Xiao Chujing went out and said that he wanted to pick a precious spiritual fruit under the moonlight. He also asked her if she wanted to go with him. She didn't dare to go out at that time and refused.
She wondered if Xiao Chujing would bring his good brother Ji Wenyi to the inn for dinner, so she pushed open the door.
The light from the inn corridor shone into the dark room in a rectangular shape.
Ye Xiaoman walked into the door, and the rectangular light strip quickly retreated into the corridor. As she closed the door completely, the light disappeared, and the room was immersed in darkness. The lighting magic weapon did not light up automatically as usual.
Ye Xiaoman's sensitivity was far greater than before. She sensed a subtle presence lurking in a corner and immediately raised her voice, "Who?"
The lights came on immediately.
Zhu Chuideng sat at the table.
Ye Xiaoman's tense shoulders relaxed, "Uncle."
Zhu Chuideng had been waiting for Ye Xiaoman for a long time. Knowing that she was having fun playing with her peers downstairs, he did not disturb her. When he saw her come back, his eyes couldn't help but bend.
"Everything went smoothly during the tribulation?"
"Are you feeling any discomfort in your dantian?"
Ye Xiaoman was a little tired, so she just said a few perfunctory "hmm"s as a response.
She stood behind the door, holding onto the wall, her waist hunched and shoulders hunched, standing crookedly as if she had no bones. She lifted one foot and took off the shoe on it to change into more comfortable soft silk slippers for indoor use.
She could have just bent over and pulled her shoes off, but she chose to skip those two steps and stood there shaking her feet for a long time. It would have been better if she had shaken out her socks too.
Zhu Chuideng walked over, and Ye Xiaoman saw his tall body shrink in front of her.
Next, he half-knelt patiently, held up one of her feet, and helped her take off her shoes and socks.
Ye Xiaoman yawned, put her hands on Zhu Chuideng's broad shoulders, and waited for both feet to be properly changed into slippers.
She saw the round table that Zhu Chuideng was originally guarding. There were three storage bags on the table. Two of them looked familiar. They were the supplies she gave to Qing Yuanhu for the bet. One of them was something she had never seen before. It should be the warehouse of the Huantian Chamber of Commerce that she ordered Zhu Chuideng to rob.
She ran over happily, catching her shoes. "Did you help me get my things back?"
"Yeah." Zhu Chuideng followed her slowly to her side, watching her open the bag to check. He felt a little nervous and couldn't control himself. He watched her open the bag with her fingers. As he watched, he was attracted by her pink and white fingers and forgot what he was nervous about.
He saw her raise the corner of her mouth in satisfaction, and the small stone in his heart fell, and his mood was also pulled up by her, all the way up.
He finally remembered what he looked like. He looked like her servant, afraid of not completing his task perfectly and incurring his master's dislike.
Zhu Chuideng smiled, and there were faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he squinted.
He stayed in the human world for too long, and the noise of the power of rules in his mind urging him to go back became more and more urgent. He should have left after delivering the things, but he wasted time and lingered beside Ye Xiaoman.
"Your foundation building was perfect this time. I want to reward you with a gift."
After Zhu Chuideng finished speaking, he saw Ye Xiaoman squinting one eye and counting the new income in the bag. She raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly.
There was a girl's cunning in that look, a little bit of evil, and she understood everything, as if she saw through the hypocrisy beneath the old man's sweet words.
He wants a gift, but insists on giving it to others.
Ye Xiaoman smiled, and suddenly the candlelight in the room jumped a few times with her crisp breathing.
"Sure." Ye Xiaoman said cheerfully, "What gift do you want to give me, uncle?"
Zhu Chuideng raised her delicate chin and asked, "What gift do you want?"
Ye Xiaoman put her face on his fingers and rubbed them. She had been jumping and shouting outside all night, and her skin was hot. Zhu Chuideng didn't know whether she did it on purpose or it was purely out of his heart. He just felt that every move she made was deliberately teasing him.
Ye Xiaoman smiled: "Any gift will do?"
Zhu Chuideng's Adam's apple slid: "Yes."
Ye Xiaoman blinked slowly and asked with an innocent expression, "Can we continue what Jing Zhui interrupted last time?"
Zhu Chuideng felt a heat rushing to his forehead, and the sparks burned all the contents in his mind.
He heard himself laughing, and with a friendly facade, he asked, "Why didn't you come to Jing Zhui, or anyone else, but me... for this kind of gift?"
After asking this question, his face turned red. He knew it well, but he just wanted to hear her say that he was "different from others". He felt a little pitiful.
Ye Xiaoman pulled her cheek away from his fingers and told him the truth.
"Jing Zhui won't work. He's dull and doesn't understand anything. If I ask him for something, he'll take the opportunity to assign me tasks and enslave me to death."
"Xiao Chujing and the others are no match for me. I don't want to be entangled with them."
She glanced at him pitifully and said, "I want to be patient for a while and wait until I become stronger before I become lawless."
"But Uncle Deng, you are different. You are a mature and sensible man, which makes me feel at ease."
After hearing this, Zhu Chuideng was so angry that he almost laughed.
Jing Zhui finds it troublesome and doesn't want to be responsible for other people. She looks for him because he doesn't bother her and can be used and thrown away without any burden.
Zhu Chuideng recalled the time when he was still alive.
In his youth, Zhu Chuideng was strong and healthy, and he began to go to the city independently to sell agricultural products. The rice, fruits and vegetables he grew himself, and the game he hunted in the mountains filled up his mule cart. Because of his great strength, he would help the weaker villagers and take their things with him to the market in town.
After a while, he had regular cooperative customers in the town, wealthy families, who bought his agricultural products by the truckload and asked him to drive straight in from the backyard to help load and unload the goods.
The young man Zhu Chuideng unloaded the goods in an orderly manner and stood in the yard waiting for payment. The manager had been gone for a long time and had not returned yet.
He kept his eyes fixed on the women who came and went, wiping the sweat off his face with the cloth draped around his neck, intently planning the quantity of vegetable seeds he would be buying at the market. Some of the gazes stayed on him for too long, and when he looked up, there was no one in the corner.
The manager finally came back and gave double the payment for the goods, then asked Zhu Chuideng if he wanted to come and work part-time as a farmhand. The salary was ten times what he earned as a farmer, and the work was very leisurely. He only had to help look after the farmland, and then wait until night to "chat with some ladies and young ladies."
Zhu Chuideng now strangely recalls the mood of that time, because it was the first time he was teased, and he remembers the feeling of helplessness and ridiculousness very clearly.
He looked up and saw that the person who was hiding in the window of the embroidery building and spying on him in his memory turned into Ye Xiaoman, who was sticking her head out and waving her arms happily at him.
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