"Hehehe..."
Its hand caressed the boy’s face gently patted it.
"You act so well, it even makes wonder who among us is the one wearing a human skin?"
...
"Driiu!——"
The sound of electricity woke Li Zhiyuan. He lowered his head, looking at the microphone in his hand.
"Xiao Yuan, turn off the microphone, Grandfather’s ears hurt."
Li Zhiyuan turned off the microphone, the electrical sound disappeared, he turned around and looked at Ding Dalin.
Ding Dalin lifted his head, a hot towel was placed on his face, completely covering it.
His voice ca from under the towel:
"Xiao Yuan, did you just learn the local dialect?"
The sa question.
Li Zhiyuan wondered, was the previous scene an illusion of his?
"Um, just learned it."
"Where did you live before?"
"Youzhou."
"Hehehe..."
Ding Dalin laughed, lifting the towel from his face, revealing a face slightly flushed from the hot compress.
"Such a clever child."
Ding Dalin walked up to Li Zhiyuan, his hand once again touched the boy’s face.
"Grandfather, I really like you."
"I also really like the red envelopes and gifts Grandfather gives ."
Ding Dalin’s hand moved down, grabbing the boy’s right hand, spreading it open.
The palm of Li Zhiyuan’s right hand had a burn scar and five scabs of dried blood.
Ding Dalin ignored the five scabs, his fingertip pressing on the burn scar, feigning surprise:
"Look, did your skin nearly get burned through?"
"It was my fault for playing around, I wasn’t careful."
"You have to be careful, if the skin breaks, it’s not easy to nd, and even if you find new skin, it won’t be as good as the original, right?"
"Yes, Grandfather is right."
Ding Dalin smiled, lifted his left hand, and slowly clenched his fist.
Initially, even Alii could tell that this burn scar was caused by Li Zhiyuan’s self-harm, let alone it?
But now Li Zhiyuan couldn’t figure out its temperant, by all ans, he had already persuaded the Grandmaster to agree to help it plant a tree, this matter should have ended then.
Yet it seed to want to continue having so interaction with him.
Li Zhiyuan began to envy Tan Wenbin, sotis knowing too much doesn’t an anything, it’s even more painful than being ignorant.
Suddenly, an intense pain transmitted.
Li Zhiyuan lowered his head, looking at the palm where the healed burn scar surprisingly reopened, the flesh in that part of the palm split.
His heartbeat began to accelerate, the feeling of watching the flesh split open was terrifying.
As if in the next mont, it would spread, and the whole skin would be peeled open, and he would step out bloody.
From the corner of his eyes, Li Zhiyuan glanced at Secretary Jin, who still stood there motionlessly holding a basin, without looking this way.
Ding Dalin stuck out his tongue, licking his lips, his eyes showing struggle.
Then suddenly, his neck started jerking to the right and the left, his facial expression also continuously changing, from kind to calm to grim and then to greedy.
At last,
he suddenly raised his head:
"Beast, I have been miserably deceived by you."
...
"Thud!"
The microphone fell to the ground.
Li Zhiyuan swallowed, he turned around and saw Ding Dalin washing his face.
He scooped up so water, splashed it on his face, then rubbed his face, and finally wiped it with a towel.
It was the third ti.
Only this ti, Ding Dalin did not ask about his accent again, he remained silent.
The door was pushed open, hitting Secretary Jin’s back.
The door was bounced back, Secretary Jin did not move.
"Eh?"
From outside, Li Sanjiang’s voice could be heard.
Li Zhiyuan knew, the past few tis were not illusions, because the Grandmaster going to the bathroom could not be that quick, there was indeed a period of ti being used by soone else.’
Secretary Jin moved aside, the door was opened, Li Sanjiang said to Ding Dalin: "I have loaded the things for my family’s mule, I’ll start loading now."
"Alright."
Li Sanjiang turned and went out again, not calling for Li Zhiyuan to co out, he didn’t want Little Yuanhou to work.
This left Li Zhiyuan still in the room.
However,
"Bang!"
The door was again forcefully opened, Run Sheng stood at the doorway with a tense face, holding a shovel in his hand.
It was evident, he was very scared, his tense face was his protective color.
But he still ca, he was here to rescue.
"What’s the matter?" the voice of Li Sanjiang ca, "Start with moving tables and chairs, the sound equipnt will be moved last."
Run Sheng looked at Li Zhiyuan, waiting for a signal, as soon as he received the right look, he would not hesitate to swing the shovel at the two people in front of him.
After all, it was either their flesh bursts or his skin splits.
Ding Dalin reached out to Li Zhiyuan: "Co, follow to the second floor, I have so snacks brought back from abroad in my room, you can take them all."
Actually, there was no choice to make.
Li Zhiyuan grabbed Ding Dalin’s hand, the two one after the other, passed by Run Sheng, ascending the stairs.
Downstairs, Run Sheng was smacked on the back of his head by Li Sanjiang, who scolded: "What are you dazing at, Little Yuanhou is fetching his things, you should also do your task, move the stuff!"
Run Sheng was conflicted, but since it was Little Yuanhou’s choice, he put down the shovel and started moving tables and chairs.
However, the courage that had built up wouldn’t last forever, scenes from last night began replaying in his mind non-stop, and as he moved, his body started trembling.
Seeing this, Li Sanjiang quickly ca over, asking:
"Are you not feeling well?"
"Ah?"
"Forget it, just sit there and rest, I’ll move it."
Coming to the second floor, Ding Dalin still holding his hand, Li Zhiyuan felt a sticky sensation in his hand, he was scared that when they eventually let go, he might peel off a piece of the other’s skin.
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