Chapter 149 Moldy Leftovers Spores Reproduction
"...Could you please not act so mature at such a young age?" Xu Sirui complained.
"Well, what does it mean if it's not old-fashioned?"
"I believe in good fortunes, but I don't. Good fortunes mean there's a god above us, while bad fortunes are just feudal superstition."
This answer is very Xu Sirui.
Zhu Yingning was impressed by his bandit logic and laughed for a long time, clutching her stomach. After laughing, she became a little worried: "With this mentality, will the gods and Buddhas think you are not sincere?"
"How can gods and Buddhas be so stingy? I don't believe in such a stingy god."
"Hey hey." Seeing that he had no control over what he said, even though Zhu Yingning called himself an atheist, he had to poke him and remind him to be careful with his words in the temple.
Xu Sirui didn't care at all. The holder of the sticks was empty, so he walked over, picked up the long sticks, and shook them up and down until one fell out. He picked it up and went back to the wooden chips for the cup.
Two pieces of wood need to be taken and one needs to be thrown to get one heads and one tails, which means that the gods and Buddhas have agreed to the person's drawing of the lot.
He threw it randomly, but the first time he didn't get heads and tails.
So we had to draw lots again.
It took three consecutive throws before one head and one tail came out.
Xu Sirui took the stick to the place where the sticks were to be interpreted. Zhu Yingning went over to her curiously, but she suddenly became shy and refused to let her go with her to see.
Zhu Yingning had no choice but to stay where she was and wait for him.
She watched Xu Sirui pay and receive a slip of paper from the staff. That must be the result of the fortune interpretation. She carefully observed his expression, trying to judge whether the result was good or bad. If it was good, she could congratulate him; if it was bad, she could also find a way to comfort him, such as saying that a bad fortune was feudal superstition.
However, Xu Sirui showed no expression.
He betrayed neither the joy of a good fortune nor the disappointment or frustration of a bad one. His expression was indifferent, revealing nothing. The only abnormality was that he stared at the result for a long time. Zhu Yingning then realized that if he really wanted to, he could actually pretend to be completely indiscernible.
After reading it, he put the note in his pocket and said to her, "Let's go."
"Aren't you going to share it with me?" She pointed to his trouser pocket.
Xu Sirui said bluntly: "I don't plan to."
"Okay." She pursed her lips. After all, she had no habit of prying into other people's privacy, so she let it go.
**
Only Xu Sirui knew the answer to the question and the result of the lottery. He put the lottery in his trouser pocket, where it burned the skin on the outside of his thigh through the thin lining. As he sat in Zhou Tianqing's car and drove home, his mind was filled with four big words:
Feudal superstition.
Although he didn't show his bad mood directly on his face, it didn't mean that the bad mood didn't exist. He was silent throughout the journey and had no interest in talking.
Zhu Yingning and Zhou Tianqing were chatting animatedly, ranging from the daily life of monks to how to write talismans for Taoist rituals, and from cats in the temple to the beetles they caught as children. The topics jumped so much that it was confusing how they could connect with each other.
Zhou Tianqing drove them downstairs to the residential complex. After getting off the car, Zhu Yingning remembered that her part-time worker had taken a day off and the family hadn't bought groceries yet.
"Let's go to the supermarket and buy some groceries."
She said this not as a suggestion but as an imperative.
Despite his lack of interest, Xu Sirui still followed her. Following her had almost become a habit for him, something he could do spontaneously without even thinking.
The supermarket was equally packed. It was the weekend, after all, and both schoolchildren and office workers had some free time. There were so many people that Zhu Yingning pushed a cart, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared, either squeezed away or snatched away in the chaos. Finally, Xu Sirui managed to grab a basket and picked it up. He told her to just grab something that wouldn't cause her poisoning; he couldn't stay there even a second longer.
Zhu Yingning said yes, but she couldn't control herself when picking the ingredients.
She is gifted in this area and studies ingredients with the same spirit as academic research. Not only can she pick out the most delicious one from a pile of fruits and vegetables that look exactly the same to Xu Sirui, she also has enough strength and speed to snatch them from the sturdy old men and women.
The basket in his hand became heavier and heavier. Zhu Yingning not only stuffed things into it, but also seriously told him to keep an eye on the basket and not let others steal the things inside.
"What's so good about stealing a few handfuls of vegetables?"
He had just finished speaking when the basket felt inexplicably lighter. Looking down, she found that the bundle of Chinese kale she had just put in was gone.
“…”
In order to prevent himself from being killed on the spot by Zhu Yingning, he quickly looked around, trying to find the missing Kailan in the vast crowd.
Just as he turned his head, he saw a little boy of five or six years old being carried on the shoulders of a man.
There was no missing Kailan in the vast sea of people, but there were people he didn't want to see. At that moment, all the noise in his ears suddenly faded away, and everything was silent. He could only hear the sound of his blood rushing and the sharp tremor of his heart as it was filled with blood.
His vision went black, as if a fire was rising from the soles of his feet, burning his vision into a pitch-black scorched earth. He had no choice but to hold on to the nearby shelf, his entire body drenched in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.
The internal organs were hot and burning, but the skin was as cold as three feet of ice.
He couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was it panic, or something else? What harsh words had he said to Xu Zhengkang before? He couldn't remember, only the unwavering rage fueled by self-preservation coursed through his heart and lungs.
He pushed aside the strangers around him who were worriedly asking him, "Brother, are you okay?", strode forward and grabbed the man's arm tightly.
The man who was roughly grabbed by him turned his head in confusion, revealing a face completely different from Xu Zhengkang's. The little boy who looked like Xu Siyang and was carried on his shoulders was not Xu Siyang either.
Xu Sirui was stunned for a moment, until the other party unhappily ordered him to let go. Then he relaxed his grip as if awakening from a dream, took a step back, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry... I recognized the wrong person."
**
After Zhu Yingning picked the eggplants and wanted to put them into the basket, she found that Xu Sirui had disappeared.
The supermarket was packed with people, and her height was not an advantage among northerners. She stood on tiptoe for a long time but couldn't get past the crowd around her. Finally, she was attracted by the commotion coming from afar.
After struggling to squeeze to the center of the commotion, she found that it had almost dissipated. She saw Xu Sirui walking towards her with a basket, looking absent-minded and with a bad expression on his face.
"What happened? Is there a fight here? Are you okay?" She asked many questions. She first looked him up and down and from left to right. Seeing that he didn't have any wounds from any quarrel, she felt relieved.
The sweat on Xu Sirui's back hadn't completely dissipated, and his clothes clung to his skin. It felt disgusting, like being licked by a large, saliva-soaked tongue. He suppressed the discomfort and tried to sound normal: "The Chinese kale you just put in was stolen."
"Ah?!" As expected, she was completely attracted by this topic. She covered her cheeks with her hands and looked broken. "Didn't I tell you to watch carefully? Oh... these people are so mean! Forget it, I'll go find some other leafy greens." Her tone was not as angry as he expected. She quickly adjusted herself, pulled his sleeve and continued to go to the fruit and vegetable area.
Xu Sirui looked back at the departing father and son. The more he looked, the more he felt that apart from their gender, they actually had little in common with Xu Zhengkang and the others.
Why did he see it wrongly?
The sticky, sickening feeling left by that moment of confession still seemed to cling to his body like moldy leftovers, spores multiplying and carried by the wind into his internal organs.
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