After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 216 Female Neighbor

  He steals many people every day, how can he remember He Lingchuan's one-sided relationship?

   "Give me back my things!"

   "Sold it for food!" The boy patted his stomach, "Here it is!"

  He Lingchuan smiled darkly, drew out the long knife, and drew the back of the knife upward against his belly: "If you eat mine, then squeeze it out for me!"

  The unique coldness of metal frightened the boy straight back, and shouted: "Panlong City has the king's law, you can't kill me!"

   "Panlong City has the king's law, why do you dare to steal?" Although this kid is young, he is a habitual offender. He Lingchuan asked the woman, "What did you lose?"

   "An IOU, and an apology."

   An apology? He Lingchuan was taken aback, how could a commoner have such a thing?

  The woman shook the boy like a puppet: "Who sent you to my house to steal things?"

  The boy shook his head: "Who is there? I'm hungry and I have to find something to eat. Your family is too poor and doesn't even have a grain of rice, so I just take whatever I want."

   "Are you literate? Or did someone write the words of apology for you in advance?" The woman laughed, "Otherwise I have a lot of books in the room, why don't you just take one?"

  It's strange that a six or seven-year-old thief can read.

  The boy stopped talking, his mouth was shut tighter than a clamshell, but his eyes were "what can you do to me"?

   "Who did you give the apology to?"

  The boy blinked.

  He Lingchuan took out a bit of broken silver from his bosom, and waved it in front of him, but before he could speak, the woman pushed his hand back: "Don't ask, just send it to the official, and someone will ask you."

   "Can you tell?" It was the first time He Lingchuan saw someone who had confidence in the government's efficiency.

"Punishment order is no small matter. Stealing this thing is an insult to heroes. The government will deal with it severely if it is picked up." The woman patted the boy on the head, "He is too young to chop off his hands. Maybe he should use ink to engrave his face. Always remind others that this is a crime. thief."

   If this is engraved on the face, will there be a way to survive in Panlong City in the future? The boy was shocked, and his attitude immediately softened: "Elder sister... Miss sister, please do me a favor, I didn't mean it!"

  He turned to beg He Lingchuan, with tears streaming down his face: "I have a three-year-old sister. I was arrested, and she will have nothing to eat!"

  He Lingchuan kept his eyes on the sidelines. His loss is minimal, let the biggest sufferer deal with this kid.

  The woman was unmoved: "Who is my apology?"

   "City, on the edge of Chenghu Lake in the west of the city, in Liu Tailai's hand, others call him Erstick."

   "So it was him." The woman nodded.

   At this time, several officials passed by, the woman waved to stop, pointed at the boy and said that the thief had stolen seven families.

  The boy was very angry: "I told the truth, why did you still send me to the government?"

   "If I don't send you to the official, how can I get back the lost property?" She said calmly, "I'm a weak woman, am I capable of snatching the penal order from Liu Ergun?"

  The two guards were immediately moved when they heard the "forgiveness order", "This kid actually stole the offense order?"

   "He confessed to being the envoy of Liu Tailai and Liu Ergun in the west of the city. That guy gave illegal loans. My brother owed him a lot of money before he was alive. He wanted me to continue to pay the debt, so he sent this kid to steal the pardon."

  He Lingchuan listened from the side, and felt that the plot was really familiar.

  The woman pointed to He Lingchuan again and said: "This little thief also stole six nearby houses. This one is also the one who suffers. He lost a bundle of firewood and two fish."

  The guard wrote it down carefully, and then said, "What's your name?"

   "Sun Fuling."

   "Let's take him back first, and ask you if we have any questions."

  Looking at the expressions of these two people, He Lingchuan knew that they only cared about the penal order.

   Then the two guards escorted the boy away.

  He Lingchuan looked at his short and thin back: "He begged for mercy, I thought you would be soft-hearted."

  Women are soft-hearted, such as Mrs. Ying.

   "The city has city rules, if everyone's heart is soft and selfish, it means there is little benevolence but no great righteousness."

  He Lingchuan was in awe.

  The woman paused for a moment, and then continued: "Besides, last time on Monkey Street, he was caught stealing, that's the same excuse."

  She turned around and pushed the door—the door next to He Lingchuan.

   "You live here too?" It's just a wall away.

   Having said that, he never paid attention to who lived next to his house. He only saw a baby in the neighbor's house to the east on the night when the emperor came. But the woman is the west neighbor of his family.

   It's just a dream anyway, isn't it?

   "Yes, it seems that we are neighbors." The woman looked at his wooden door, "That brat came here just for my apology, but stole your things, sorry."

   As soon as the words fell, He Lingchuan heard a gurgling sound.

  The woman covered her belly with her hands and took a step back. Even though she was wearing a face scarf, He Lingchuan seemed to be able to see her embarrassment.

  Recalling what the little thief said just now, "Your house doesn't have a grain of rice", He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he took out an oiled paper bag and handed it over: "Here, this is a thank you gift for catching the thief."

  The woman wanted to refuse, but smelled the aroma oozing from the oiled paper, so she still accepted it: "Thank you!"

  After He Lingchuan was full with wine and food, he packed a lotus leaf chicken at Yixianglou, thinking it would be a snack at night for a tooth-beating festival. This is the restaurant's signature dish. It uses seven spices, including sand **** powder, which are all raw materials brought into the city by foreign businessmen. It is salty, fresh and juicy. He Lingchuan ate the whole one by himself and couldn't get enough.

  The woman probably smiled, because He Lingchuan saw her almond eyes narrowed. Then the two said goodbye and pushed the door open.

  The whole afternoon, He Lingchuan concentrated on practicing martial arts in the courtyard, while the next door was quiet and there was no sound, as always.

  He didn't take it too seriously. Panlong Wasteland is windy, sandy and sunny. Although Panlong City is located on the Chipa Plateau, it is not immune. Many people here have the habit of wearing face scarves when they go out. Only a pair of eyes are exposed outside, so as to block the wind and sand. Light, he also often sees on the road.

  When the sun was about to set, he heard a knock on the door of the woman's house, and someone was talking.

  He Lingchuan has good hearing and can hear conversations while standing in his yard.

   That was when the guard came to the door, asked the owner for details again, and assured her that the case would be investigated to the end, and that justice be given to the families of the heroes.

   Then they left.

  He Lingchuan finished his work and took a cold shower. Just as he put on his pants, the courtyard door suddenly rang.

  The people he recognized should all be lying at home drunk right now.

  Opened the door and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl standing outside. Although she was dressed in plain clothes and no decorations, she was still as pretty as someone who came out of a painting.

  New faces? He Lingchuan was slightly taken aback: "Who are you looking for?"

  The girl smiled at him, showing a small dimple on her left cheek.

   "I'm Sun Fuling." She raised her head, and said with grace, "Your neighbor."

   "Oh!" He Lingchuan took a closer look, and sure enough, those almond eyes were somewhat familiar.

  She held a bundle of firewood in her left hand, and when she saw He Lingchuan, she quickly sent it forward: "I heard the sound of water. You don't have firewood to burn water for warmth, right? Reciprocity."

  Since saying it was a gift in return, He Lingchuan took the firewood.

   What a big bundle, very heavy.

   "The lotus leaf chicken is delicious." The female neighbor nodded to him, "Isn't the signboard of Yixianglou very expensive?"

  He Lingchuan blurted out: "How do you know it belongs to Yixianglou?"

  “…There is a mark on the inside of the oiled paper bag.”

   "Oh." He didn't know where his eloquent teeth went in reality, obviously "He Lingchuan" could flirt with big girls and young wives, so he just opened his mouth.

  The two fell into a strange silence.

  The female neighbor moved first: "Then see you later..."

  Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan inexplicably said: "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

  Every time he fell into a dream, he was either practicing or fighting, and he hardly had a serious conversation with ordinary residents of Panlong City.

  Her almond eyes narrowed again.

"it is good."

  The woman followed He Lingchuan into the courtyard and looked around.

  The weather is very cold, but the room is too small, and there is no room for people to sit on the bed, unless both of them sit on the bed. That was obviously too rude, He Lingchuan moved out the only bench, and said casually: "Please sit down, I'll get you a glass of water."

   After finishing speaking, he was stunned. The yard hasn't been fired all day, how can it be cool?

   Do you let guests drink raw water?

  There is still wine in the house, good wine. But if you take out the wine, will it appear that you have bad intentions?

  The female neighbor waved her hand considerately, "No, really, I'm not thirsty."

  He Lingchuan still went into the kitchen to move out a small stove, started to heat up the fire and boiled water, and also warmed the two of them by the way: "Your brother is Sun Jiayuan?"

   "Yes, the pension has been delivered." Sun Fuling turned his eyes on him, "You can survive, which means that you are more capable than him."

   "It's just luck." It's just relying on not dying in the dream.

  He thought that Sun Jiayuan's younger sister was so beautiful, she didn't look like him at all, especially when she raised her eyes, she seemed to be able to see into the bottom of people's hearts.

"I was there when Brother Ling died. In fact, I almost followed in his footsteps." He Lingchuan shook the ashes in the hearth, "Before he died, he asked us specifically if he could write off old debts if he became a hero. "

  Unexpectedly, Sun Fuling's eyes and tone of voice were equally calm: "He is really hopeless, so he came up with this method."

  The ash was a bit big, and He Lingchuan almost sneezed: "He finally canceled the debt left behind, so as not to implicate you. By the way, does Sun Jiayuan live here too? I don't think I've seen him around."

   "No, he lives in an earthen house." Sun Fuling said indifferently, "A person who owes a lot of debts, what qualifications does he have to live in a wooden house?"

  The earthen house is the lowest-class house in Panlong City, only one class higher than the slave’s dwelling. The whole house is six square meters, barely enough for a bed, and the remaining space is not enough for an adult to stretch his legs.

  If He Lingchuan’s wooden houses are for ordinary people, then the earthen houses are standard for the poor.

   "However, he sometimes comes here for dinner." Sun Fuling's eyes were curious, "I heard from the wicker girl that after my brother was killed, you also jumped into the old nest of the burrow spider?"

   "Yes." When the fire was ready, He Lingchuan hurriedly filled the pot with water.

   This fire also burns too slowly.

   "Then you can see Zhu Erniang? She is the leader of the burrow spider." Sun Fuling stretched out his hands by the fire to keep warm. The fire light reflected in her eyes, sparkling and bouncing, very naughty.

   The double activity will end on the evening of the 7th, SO, continue to ask for monthly tickets.

   Thank you fairy sister YL for your support.

  (end of this chapter)