"No, I’m just out for a stroll."
"I have had lunch."
"I have eaten too." Tan Wenbin places things on the counter, he had so snacks.
Zeng Yinyin glanced and said, "No need to buy anything."
"It’s necessary, necessary."
How could I continue staying here without buying anything?
Currently, Brother Yuanzi is temporarily unreachable, and all I can do is continue staying at the Zeng family’s house.
Zeng Yinyin didn’t say much, she took the things and put them in the kitchen.
Tan Wenbin went back to his own room, where Hu Yiwei was still sound asleep; it seems last night took a toll on him.
Of course, the toll wasn’t just due to physical activity, but more so due to being possessed by an evil spirit.
But, if he continues not to wake up, I have no reason to et Miao Miao.
Tan Wenbin patted Hu Yiwei’s face, but he still couldn’t wake up.
Throughout the afternoon, Tan Wenbin took a little stool and sat by the yard well.
He had a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of mineral water at his feet, seemingly resting in the sunshine.
After Zeng Yinyin returned to her room, she didn’t co out again, and the old grandma and Miao Miao from last night didn’t co down from the second floor either.
Plus, there’s Hu Yiwei who is still fast asleep.
Though there are quite a few people in this house, it gives Tan Wenbin a feeling like he’s the only one here.
And then there’s this well... although the well cover is welded shut, from the gaps, a chill still seeps out, reminiscent of a slight opening in a freezer.
When dusk falls, Zeng Yinyin cos out of her room to cook.
At this ti, Hu Yiwei finally wakes up.
"I’m so hungry... so hungry I feel dizzy." Hu Yiwei lies in bed, one hand on his stomach and the other on his forehead.
Tan Wenbin takes so compressed biscuits from his backpack and hands them to him, as for the mineral water, he had already finished it.
No one keeps a lot of water in their pack, but he still has so water purification tablets.
Tan Wenbin goes to the kitchen to get a bottle of boiled water.
Zeng Yinyin stands by the stove, frying sothing with a spatula, but not much steam is seen coming from the pot.
Tan Wenbin moves behind her to see that there are only a few sparks in the stove hole.
"Do you need to add more wood?"
"No need, it’s almost ready."
"Oh."
Tan Wenbin nods, goes to get the thermos, opens one cap, feels underneath with a finger—it’s warm. He tries another bottle, it’s still warm, similar to the water used for washing feet last night.
"Uh, is there any hot water?"
"All are like this."
"It’s only warm, not hot."
"The weather is hot, so I intentionally cooled it a bit."
"I see."
Tan Wenbin can only choose a bottle to take away; as he passes the stairs in the living room, he looks up again—the doors are still closed.
Back in the room, he pours a cup of warm water for Hu Yiwei and reminds him:
"Save so room, dinner will be ready soon."
Hu Yiwei, with a mouthful of biscuit crumbs, asks sowhat embarrassed, "Binbin, do you have pants to lend ?"
Clearly, he’s seen the stains.
Tan Wenbin takes out a pair of pants from the bag and hands them over.
Hu Yiwei, driven by emotions, had borrowed a car and ca straight here to demand answers, so apart from bringing money and cigarettes for the road, he didn’t bring luggage.
Tan Wenbin’s backpack, however, is fully equipped.
He and Yin ng each have one.
Run Sheng’s is an advanced version, because he also has to manage Brother Xiao Yuan’s share.
"Thanks, bro, how much? I’ll pay you." Hu Yiwei starts to take out money from his pocket.
"No need, we’re brothers, let’s not talk about that."
"How can that be? You paid for the gas when we ca here."
"Stop being polite with , rember to deal with the important matter."
Hu Yiwei slaps his forehead: "Oh, right, the important matter!"
He’s puzzled at how he had forgotten that.
After eating, Hu Yiwei felt a bit more energized, there was nothing embarrassing as they were all n; he took off his pants and underwear, and changed into Tan Wenbin’s pants—effectively kicking into neutral.
"Binbin, don’t laugh at , it’s really embarrassing, I had a wet dream last night."
Tan Wenbin touched his nose; which man’s wet dream results in bleeding?
Of course, most boys, after seeing things, typically wouldn’t give themselves the chance to experience a wet dream.
"Brother Hu, when we have dinner later, you must insist on seeing Miao Miao."
"I will!"
"After you clarify the situation, you should go back, you didn’t take a long leave, don’t let a past relationship delay your work."
"Yes, Binbin, I understand everything you said."
The room door was pushed open, Zeng Yinyin stood at the door, as she did in the morning, saying: "Dinner is ready, co eat."
It’s still at the small kitchen table, beside the coffin.
But there are only three people’s als on the table.
"Where’s Miao Miao?" Hu Yiwei asked.
Zeng Yinyin holds a tray with two dishes, two cups of yellow wine, and arc-shaped rice in small bowls.
"They’re eating upstairs."
"Sister Yin, let Miao Miao co down, I want to clarify things with her, and then I’ll leave."
"She doesn’t want to see you."
"I know she doesn’t want to see , I just want an explanation. Our divorce was so inexplicable, she should et , please tell her, I’m not trying to cling to her, really."
"Okay, I’ll tell her."
"Thank you, Sister Yin."
"You eat first, it’s better to talk after eating."
Zeng Yinyin goes upstairs with the tray.
Hu Yiwei sits by the small kitchen table, his chest slightly heaving, as he organizes his words.
Tan Wen-bin moves away from the table to the corner of the living room; he sees Zeng Yinyin walk to the second-floor door, grabs the door ring, and gently knocks three tis.
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