Chapter 41 Emotions are Contagious
Before he could speak, Tu Yao threw down the wooden bucket and immediately ran into the house with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh".
A few seconds later, she hurriedly put on an ill-fitting, brightly colored costume, chanting incantations as she did so.
"You...you stay away! I can exorcise ghosts! I'm super powerful!"
"May all gods and saints protect my true spirit! If you come any closer, your soul will be annihilated!"
Tu Yao gesticulated wildly with a resentful expression. The shamanistic ritual that hadn't worked out with Tu Chaoxi more than half a month ago was finally being used now.
Nan Ke almost lost her composure and smiled through gritted teeth: "...It's me."
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? If you've got the guts, give me your name! Don't be a nobody! Back off! Back off!"
Nan Ke: ...
Seeing that her incantations were becoming more and more numerous and her voice louder, fearing that she would attract more people, Nan Ke took a deep breath and compromised, saying, "It's me! Not a ghost!"
The movement stopped abruptly.
Tu Yao was startled, her head popping out from under the large costume, looking over in a daze.
He tentatively took a few more steps forward.
He met Nan Ke's forced smile, his chin dripping with water.
Tu Yao slapped her thigh in shock and exclaimed, "Hey? It's you!"
She hurriedly and clumsily took off her costume, opened the door, and ran over.
Seemingly realizing he had made a fool of himself, he awkwardly scratched his head.
"...I'm sorry, I didn't see it clearly."
Afraid he was angry, she glanced over tentatively, and exclaimed, "Oh dear, you're soaking wet! Come in, come in!"
Before Nan Ke could react, he was pulled into the house.
Then I saw her hurriedly walk around the house and carry out a bunch of things.
"This is the leftover Banlangen from last time. Crush it up, add some water, and drink a couple of sips. This towel was brought to me by Luo Ma when she went to the market last time. I haven't used it before, so you can use it to wipe yourself."
After saying that, he stuffed the herbs and towel into his hands.
Before Nan Ke could react, Tu Yao was already muttering to herself as she folded her costume. Once she finished, she pulled out a phone and started tapping the screen with serious demeanor.
Nan Ke suddenly felt a sense of disconnect.
In just one minute, he saw a series of emotions on Tu Yao's face: fear, fearlessness, shock, embarrassment, and worry...
But over the past decade, all he'd ever felt about that face was deep-seated hypocrisy and loathing...
He smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
When he uttered those words during the day, the staff present, like those classmates who witnessed him setting the fire, were filled with wariness and fear.
Tu Yao thought for a moment, "It's alright."
"Anyway, I didn't say you plagiarized, so you can't burn down my house."
"If you dare to burn..." Tu Yao leaned closer menacingly, "I'll ask my third aunt to come out of seclusion and scare you to death!"
Nan Ke stared at her expressive face and subconsciously asked, "What if it's something you owe me?"
Tu Yao thought for a moment and said, "Then tell me, and I'll pay you back."
She said earnestly, "I will repay you double."
The whole room suddenly fell silent.
As they gazed into each other's eyes, Nan Ke felt a sudden emptiness in his heart as he looked into her sincere and clear gaze.
...What if it's fate?
The next second, he chuckled softly twice.
"……What are you doing?"
Tu Yao waved her phone, her tone helpless: "Message my brother. Didn't I splash water on you? Before he left, he said if I caused any trouble, I should inform him first."
"By the way, are you having trouble sleeping?"
She looked up, her eyes slightly puzzled.
Nan Ke was taken aback, gripped the lighter in her hand, and smiled slightly: "Yes, I can't sleep."
Tu Yao agreed: "That's to be expected. Being unable to sleep in a new bed is a very common problem."
"However, this condition is quite easy to treat. Would you like to give it a try?"
After she finished speaking, she stared at him expectantly.
It was as if she was tempting him to nod.
Nan Ke's eyes flickered.
"...How do I try it?"
Tu Yao chuckled, "Come with me!"
Then he led the person to the back of the house, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper covered with writing.
“Before you came, I was researching how to reinforce the mushroom house. I just came up with a solution: I need to build a long, chimney-like ventilation opening here that can be cut off at any time.”
She gestured to indicate the location, explaining, "This way, if the temperature suddenly drops, the temperature transition inside the mushroom house will be slower than before."
After saying that, he turned his head and asked, "Do you want to do it together?"
Nan Ke: ?
"...Not to cure my insomnia?"
Tu Yao scratched her palm: "Yeah, I have experience. If you can't sleep, just work for two hours and you'll be fine."
Nan Ke: ...
Seeing that he remained silent, Tu Yao suddenly leaned closer: "Or are you not having insomnia?"
"Then what are you doing at my house?"
"You don't really want to burn my house down, do you?"
Why did you burn down my house?
Nan Ke took a deep breath and smiled, "Where shall we begin?"
Tu Yao shut her mouth in satisfaction.
Two hours later, a simple ventilation opening was freshly made.
Tu Yao tried it, and the effect was indeed very good!
She handed him a cup of warm water, saying excitedly, "Thank you! Once my button mushrooms have grown, I'll share a big bowl with you!"
Across from him, Nan Ke was still sweating profusely, but the sweat from carrying bricks replaced the cold sweat from being frightened by the nightmare.
He stared wearily at her face.
Chen Shu once said that emotions are contagious. He had nightmares for ten years, and the "Tu Yao" emotion was affecting him all the time. He was also gradually becoming hypocritical and ugly.
After spending two hours with Tu Yao, it seemed that her emotions were easily contagious.
That's roughly it, and it seems to have given him a slightly unexpected... happy feeling at this moment...
Realizing this, Nan Ke's expression changed slightly, and he immediately pushed away the glass of water, smiling habitually, "No need, I'm going back."
After saying that, he struggled to his feet and slowly walked back.
Back in the small room, it was already getting light, and his phone was still vibrating. Chen Shu had made dozens of calls in the past two hours.
He answered the call and said before the other end could speak, "Don't worry, it didn't work."
He lay down on the bed and murmured, "But I can't guarantee next time..."
Before she could hang up, she fell into a deep sleep.
On the other side, Tu Yao watched him leave, yawned, and planned to go back to wash up and take a nap.
Just as I lay down, Tu Chaoxi called.
"Tu Xiaomao, are you crazy for not sleeping at two in the morning?!"
Tu Yao easily rolled over: "Brother, you're awake!"
"Hmm, getting ready to go out, so who did you splash water on? Was it intentional or accidental?"
As soon as Tu Chaoxi opened his phone, he saw a message from Tu Yao two hours earlier, saying that she had splashed water all over the new guest.
Tu Yao didn't reply to him about whether it was intentional or not, but simply recounted her entire day's experiences to her phone.
"...You said he burned down the music room, burned the sheet music, and even wandered around the village at night scaring people, but he helped you carry bricks for two hours?"
Tu Chaoxi sensed something was wrong. "Tu Xiaomao, has this guy gone mad? I've heard that artists usually have a bit of an eccentric way of thinking. Should I send someone to pick you up now?"
Tu Yao shook her head decisively: "No, no!"
"...Okay, okay, you have your career to attend to, so I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
"Like I said, behave yourself until I get back, okay?"
Tu Yao didn't say anything.
Tu Chaoxi knew, even without wanting to, that his sister was deep in thought on the other end of the phone again.
This time he took a little longer to think, and he waited patiently.
After a while, Tu Yao said, "...I will try my best."
After chatting for a few more minutes, Tu Chaoxi hung up the phone and pressed the clutch.
He has two commercial shoots in the next few days, and he plans to officially announce the termination of his contract on the same day. The location of his future studio has also been finalized, and everything is progressing steadily.
What he needs most right now is an agent who can help him negotiate business deals.
After the car had driven a few meters, Tu Chaoxi suddenly frowned, realizing something.
That's not right. Before he left, his son Tu Xiaomao confidently told him, "Yes, I can."
It's only been two days, how did it turn into "I will try my best"?
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