Actually, he didn’t have to earn this money, because Li Lan would send over the living expenses every month.
However, Li Sanjiang didn’t allow Li Weihan to send this money to Li Zhiyuan, saying that since the child didn’t want her, then he shouldn’t use her money, so that in the future, the child won’t feel insecure if he wants to give her a cold shoulder when he sees her.
After dinner, Li Zhiyuan refused Li Weihan’s offer to escort him, as grandpa had drunk too much.
Yin ng took a flashlight and, with Li Zhiyuan, walked ho under the moonlight.
It was quite a while after they got ho that Grandmaster and Zhuangzhuang returned.
Today’s spiritual service was lively; the factory owner was willing to spend money, and Grandmaster opened the altar and perford a ritual, fiercely performing a ceremony to transcend the soul of the owner’s father.
Lin Shuyou also participated enthusiastically, performing an official performance.
However, knowing his temper was foul after revealing his face, they didn’t let him unmask but gave him a mask.
The locals hadn’t seen an official before. During the performance, everyone gathered to watch, and combined with Lin Shuyou’s excellent skill, he perford many high-difficulty moves with a perfect blend of form and spirit.
Coupled with Grandmaster’s ritual, it truly was an exchange performance of regional customs.
The factory owner was very happy and handed an additional red envelope before leaving.
Grandmaster and Lin Shuyou split it; initially, Lin Shuyou didn’t want it but got several playful flicks on the head from Grandmaster, saying it wasn’t just for him, so he should take it.
Before bed, Li Zhiyuan entered Grandmaster’s room and chatted with him for a while.
There wasn’t much else to talk about with Li Sanjiang, but he reluctantly cherished this ti together and simply started telling stories to Li Zhiyuan.
He spoke again about his ti working as a corpse mover in Shanghai, and as he talked, he ntioned one night when he thought he was carrying a dead body, but the person hadn’t died yet, blood still flowing, seemingly shot, and it seed soone was chasing from behind, so he carried that person for five or six miles...
Then ca the sound of snoring.
Grandmaster’s storytelling had lulled himself to sleep.
He must have drunk a lot during the dayti ritual and feast.
Li Zhiyuan first helped Grandmaster empty and wash the drink can he used as an ashtray, then placed it back on the nightstand and covered Grandmaster with the quilt.
Before leaving, he glanced at the tiles on Grandmaster’s room’s floor, recalling the days when Grandmaster drew transformation arrays for him here.
Grandmaster’s transformation arrays were different each ti.
Li Zhiyuan bit his lip and smiled.
He tried to laugh out loud but still couldn’t manage it.
The young man wasn’t discouraged; he thought maybe at this mont, a simple understanding smile was enough.
It seed that normal people wouldn’t suddenly recall sothing funny and burst into laughter.
As he left Grandmaster’s room and prepared to go to his own, a soft cool breeze blew by.
Only this ti, the breeze was a bit too weak.
Li Zhiyuan looked down, outside the yard, where Little Huang Ying was standing.
Initially, Li Zhiyuan thought Little Huang Ying wasn’t planning to sing tonight, just ca to say goodnight.
But upon closer inspection, he noticed Little Huang Ying continuously leaning forward and then retreating, repeating the motion.
This ant she still wanted to perform her singing tonight.
The reason she didn’t co straight into the house like last night was because there was an official sleeping on the first floor.
Last night she ca at two different periods when Lin Shuyou wasn’t around.
Li Zhiyuan rubbed his forehead and sighed.
It took him the whole day to recover his mind.
Little Huang Ying seed to notice Li Zhiyuan; she lifted her head and looked at the young man on the second floor, speeding up her forward lean and backward sway.
She seed to be urging, almost pleading.
Li Zhiyuan couldn’t really refuse.
Last night was compensation for past wages, so tonight counts as an advance on future paynts.
Since he was returning to school the day after tomorrow, most likely he would have to continue setting up the stage for Little Huang Ying tomorrow night.
A headache is just a headache. Having Little Huang Ying in the house is like having a guardian fairy from the Northeast.
Besides, he had sought her help before; last ti he even used her as a telephone pole to apologize to Alii.
Li Zhiyuan went downstairs, Mr. Shan had already gone ho, and in the corner of the first floor were three coffins, one each for Run Sheng, Binbin, and Lin Shuyou.
No wonder Yin ng hurriedly made a new coffin today, didn’t even rush to paint it after it was done. It turns out that seeing Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin with coffins last night, Lin Shuyou wanted one too.
This guy, when he’s not revealing his face, that shy and bashful way of being really wears on a person.
The three of them accompanied Li Sanjiang out to the market all day and were exhausted, now competing to see who could snore the loudest, especially given that lying in the coffins amplified the snoring like three big speakers playing a symphony.
As Li Zhiyuan passed the first floor, Run Sheng’s and Tan Wenbin’s snoring quieted a bit; the two seed to beco alert even in their sleep but soon recognized the footsteps, and the snoring resud its volu.
It’s not really a hard task, as many students can quickly distinguish their father’s car sound, engine sound, footsteps, and key jingles.
However, Lin Shuyou’s snoring didn’t change much.
Li Zhiyuan reached under the yard and stretched out his hand.
Little Huang Ying stopped swaying and stood there looking at the young man.
Li Zhiyuan understood her aning and turned around.
Soon, a pair of cold hands rested on his shoulders.
Li Zhiyuan stepped forward, and she followed.
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