Xia Baozhu sat on a big tree, holding a telescope in one hand and a few pebbles in the other.
Although it was dark, she was still able to see the people coming out of the yard with the help of her binoculars.
She still remembered those people who had sworn at her before, and it wouldn't be right not to retaliate with a single stab in return.
Wang Baicai watched in horror as several of them suddenly screamed and collapsed one after another, clutching a spot.
"What happened? Why did they suddenly collapse?"
"Who's there?!"
The remaining few looked around, but apart from the outlines of houses and trees, they couldn't see a single person in the darkness.
Wang Baicai immediately thought of Xia Baozhu.
Those who fell were the people who had spoken disrespectfully to her.
It was terrifying. They couldn't see her or hear her at all, and they just collapsed in agony.
Is she a human or a ghost? Or a monster in human skin?
Wang Baicai became increasingly frightened as he thought about it, and all the ghost stories he had ever heard before rushed out of his memory.
Already terrified, Wang Baicai shouted "There's a ghost!" and ran away as fast as he could, not caring about anyone else.
As he ran, he tried hard to recall Xia Baozhu's words: she wanted him to be her family's watchdog, and he would do his job well, hoping only to live a good life.
After Xia Baozhu and the others left, she locked the door and handed the key to San Gou, who was waiting at the intersection.
"Sister Xia, how is it? Is everything resolved?"
"It's solved. It should scare them for a while." Xia Baozhu fiddled with her sunglasses, a happy and smug look on her face.
She'll treat people like this again next time she encounters them.
...
Under the desk lamp in the study, Song Yaoyang held a stack of photos in his hand, with Xia Baozhu's photos placed separately to the side.
After all the photos were distributed, Song Yaoyang leaned back in his chair, picked up a separate photo of the two of them, and examined it carefully.
Looking at this photo alone, they seem like a perfect match in every way.
Why do people attach so many identities to themselves?
Even someone like Xia Baozhu couldn't escape these rules and regulations.
She doesn't even want to try dating him; she's such a stubborn person.
Don't give him any chance.
Song Yaoyang helplessly flicked Xia Baozhu's forehead in the photo.
Song Yaoyang put the photo into an envelope and wrote the postal code, address, and name on it.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Yaoyang found the photo of the two of them together and put it in a locked box.
He wasn't the type to pester someone relentlessly; since she was determined not to agree, he respected her wishes.
He put this beautiful memory in a box, so he could take it out and look at it again when he was old.
After filling in everyone's addresses and names on their letters, Song Yaoyang picked up a copy of "Story Collection" and started reading Xia Baozhu's "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter".
The story tells of two friends with very different personalities who handle the same situation differently in different seasons.
Her writing style is humorous and witty, quite different from her usual serious demeanor.
Song Yaoyang reread the article. Although the two people in the story handled problems differently, it didn't stop them from being good friends.
People like this tend to be broad-minded and not so concerned about trivial matters.
Neither he nor Xia Baozhu are particularly magnanimous, so the possibility of them remaining friends after this incident is, well, still quite high.
Xia Baozhu is a very smart and lovely person, and he doesn't want to lose such a smart and lovely friend.
Song Yaoyang placed it on this page using a bookmark.
No matter how much he tried to convince himself, Song Yaoyang's face fell in the darkness as he went to bed. He still couldn't accept that he had been rejected again.
The time they spent together kept replaying in his mind, and the pain of heartbreak came in waves, subtle and dense, spreading through his veins throughout his chest and limbs.
His love affair ended abruptly after only one month.
What a load of rubbish about romantic love stories! Right now, all he feels is pain; he doesn't feel any romance at all.
He wasn't this upset when he took off his military uniform back then.
Song Yaoyang became increasingly agitated. Unable to sleep, he turned on the light and took out the documents he had brought back from the company that day to review again.
Love is heartbreaking and unpredictable; it's better to focus your energy on work, at least then you can tell if you've achieved anything.
...
Xia Baozhu went to the city library to find some interior design magazines, hoping to draw design inspiration from them.
"Ms. Xia, I didn't expect to run into you here." A fair-skinned man holding a book greeted Xia Baozhu happily.
This is truly an unexpected delight.
"Hello, you're here to read books too." Xia Baozhu recognized this person; he often came to the store to buy pudding.
"Yes, I'm off today."
"Then I won't bother you anymore." Xia Baozhu walked to another row of bookshelves.
Chi Zhengshan wanted to say that he wasn't afraid of being disturbed. Seeing Xia Baozhu, he lost his interest in reading and observed Xia Baozhu looking for a book on the other side through the gap in the bookshelf.
Her eyes were serious and focused. When she picked up a book, she would quickly flip through it before finding the parts that interested her and reading them carefully.
Sometimes she reads very quickly, and sometimes she flips through the pages repeatedly.
What is she looking at so intently?
He heard that she only had a primary school education, but her every move gave him the feeling that she was very cultured and insightful.
Make him certain that she is constantly learning and motivating herself to improve.
This encounter reinforced his belief in his judgment.
He felt very happy, both because of his own guess and because of the person he liked who was eager to learn. Both things made him believe that his judgment was accurate.
Xia Baozhu handed the library card and the selected books to the staff.
Chi Jung-sun followed and saw a line of large white English letters.
INTERIOR DECORATION.
Can she understand technical English?
Chi Zhengshan was surprised; this was too exaggerated.
Thinking of this, he put down the book in his hand, steeled his resolve, and chased after him: "Boss Xia, wait a minute."
Xia Baozhu stopped and looked at him: "What is it?"
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