Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

At noon, Ji Que was a little confused for a while.

He lost something again, and the frightening thing was that this time it was not silver, but sesame seed cakes.

Grandpa passed it on to him, which can be exchanged for his wife's biscuits.

He was clearly placed in the deepest part of the second layer of the cabinet, but in the end he disappeared.

Damn, are there any thieves who don't steal money these days, but steal moldy biscuits instead?

Ji Que was sweating.

This is not a question of wives or not, but a matter of face and reputation.

Even if he wants to retire, he doesn't want to be misunderstood as a rude person. After all, it sounds unreliable to lose such an important token.

At that time, it's fine for me to be talked about, maybe the old man who made the marriage contract at the beginning will also be affected.

Tang Yi, who came to eat dinner, sat on the deck chair outside, looked at Ji Que's anxious expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I lost my biscuits." Ji Que said.

"The half of the biscuits that can be used to get married?" Tang Yi asked suspiciously.

"That's right, moldy biscuits can be stolen, so is that thief sick?" Ji Que said sullenly.

"Are you going to put it somewhere else?"

"I have kept them well all the time, how could I misplace them!"

"I just want to remind you, why are you killing me?"

"Have I ever been cruel to you?"

"I see that you are so anxious that you want to hit me, why don't you take a look at the basket hanging on the wall?" Tang Yi said unhappily.

Ji Que walked over to take a look, and found that the biscuits were really there, couldn't help but said happily: "It's really here! Ayi, how do you know?"

After the biscuits were found again, Ji Que clutched his chest, feeling like a false alarm.

At this moment, he discovered that the words "false alarm" are the best idioms in the world, and they are a hundred times more beautiful than cheerfulness, colorfulness, and smooth sailing.

Seeing Ji Que's appearance as if he had found a treasure, Tang Yi said angrily: "Hmph, you drank that night and insisted on telling me about sesame seed cakes. After you finished talking, you put it there and fell asleep."

"I see."

Ji Que was completely relieved. After carefully putting away the biscuits, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen, saying, "Ayi, what do you want to eat today?"

"Don't eat." Tang Yi said with a dark face.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"You murdered me! You put things in disorder but you murdered me. After all, you're just ungrateful for sex!"

With that said, Tang Yi climbed over the wall and left.

Ji Que froze there with a dazed expression.

Why did I forget my righteousness?

But Tang Yi should be really angry, he didn't come when he called him after finishing the dishes.

I just became a little anxious when I was in a hurry, is it necessary?

This is so childlike, he is also angry!

On this day, the arrogant two ignored each other.

As a result, the next morning, the two sat together and ate tofu brains.

In the end, the little awkwardness between the two ended with Ji Que paying the bill.

In the afternoon, when Ji Que was standing there being criticized by the teacher, Tang Yi beside him couldn't help laughing again, and he smiled very nicely.

That strange feeling came back.

So after coming out of the academy, Ji Que couldn't help asking: "Well, Ayi, I was drunk that night and didn't hear clearly, do you have a younger sister or older sister?"

"No, get out!"

In the evening, Ji Que was walking on the way home, paying attention to the dog poop that might appear under his feet.

In front of him, there was a sudden painful moan, which startled him.

An old woman fell on the road, and the wooden stick fell to the side, and she couldn't get up for a long time.

Ji Que, who was plagued by bad luck, naturally stayed away from the old woman.

He didn't have much money, so he probably didn't dare to help.

So, he naturally stuck to the wall and walked over.

Behind him, the old woman's painful groans continued. Ji Que looked back, and even found some faint blood stains, which didn't seem to be pretending.

So, he came back again.

The old woman looked at him, pale and pained.

Ji Que saw it and said, "Old man, where are you hurt?"

The old woman blinked her eyes, revealing cloudy eyeballs, and said, "Leg, I fell on my leg, and I can't use my strength."

"Where is your home, may I call someone over for you?"

"The old woman lives in Nishui Lane, my son is not with me, there is only one person."

Ji Que said: "Grandma, then I'll carry you to the clinic."

The old woman shook her head and said, "Young master, please just take me home. My injury will be healed and I won't need to spend any money."

Ji Que nodded, pulled up a wave of Tai Chi strength, and carried the old woman on his back.

The old woman lay on Ji Que's body, her eyes lit up, and she showed a wicked smile.

At this time, Ji Que said: "Old man, let's say it first, if you blackmail me, I will even beat the old man."

The smile on the old woman's face disappeared all of a sudden, and she said weakly: "Young master, don't worry, the old woman is not that kind of person."

At this moment, the old woman only felt her body shake.

With a clatter, a pair of wet red underpants hit the scholar's feet.

In the small courtyard next to it, a couple was quarreling and fighting, so they even threw out the freshly washed underwear.

The old woman just heard the young man say "It's dangerous." The next moment, a voice similar to "Holding!" sounded again.

The teenager scraped up in the grass beside the road with the soles of his shoes.

He stepped on shit!

After that, the old woman was stunned.

It was less than a mile away from Mushui Lane. First, the boy was almost hit by a pair of underpants, and then narrowly escaped a teapot filled with boiling water. Then, he stepped on shit twice.

Isn't this luck.

For a moment, the old woman who was carried on her back became nervous.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Mushui Lane to arrive.

It was dusk now, and the setting sun was like blood.

The outline of the house was shrouded in a thin layer of light, like a veil, and the narrow alley was even darker.

Ji Que returned to the residence with the old woman on his back.

The whole house is not big, only a hall and a back room.

When the old woman was just carried on his back, Ji Que smelled a strong old man's smell, and the smell became more obvious in this dark room.

The old woman was put on the chair, looking weak.

Seeing this, Ji Que asked, "Grandma, do you really want to find a doctor?"

The old woman shook her head and said: "It's just a flesh injury, just take a rest, young master, sit down, and I'll boil a pot of hot water to make tea for you."

As she spoke, she was about to stand up with a bamboo stick.

Ji Que hurriedly said: "Don't bother, old man, you should rest more."

"How can this be done? If my son knows that I have neglected a kind person, he will blame me." The old woman stood up and said.

"No need, old man, I still have something to do."

With that said, Ji Que walked out of the house.

As a result, at this moment, there was only a bang, and the door that was originally open was suddenly closed.

Behind him, the old woman's voice came coldly—"I said my son would be unhappy if he found out, how dare you leave?".

Ji Que turned his head, and saw the old man standing there, with a lot of brown spots on his face at some point, as if there were many maggots lying on it.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot, and the old man's smell in the room became more and more intense.

Ji Que couldn't help asking: "Old man, you and I have no grievances or enmities, and I'm still kind enough to help you. How can I leave?"

"At least give me back my son's silver." The old woman stood in the shadow of the room and said coldly.

Every time her son was mentioned, her voice was filled with a suffocating sense of doting, as if her son was the emperor of the world and no one could disobey him.

Hearing the word "yinzi", Ji Que's expression became serious all of a sudden, and he said, "It's good not to blackmail people, why don't you keep your word, you bloody old woman?"

The setting sun was like blood, reflected on the pale window paper, and for a while, the stench in the room became stronger