Up until this mont, Nie Longjiao hadn't realized anything was wrong.
Because when Xiao Feng spoke, his tone was deep and his eyes showed a hint of sadness, without any indication of making things up.
"I can't figure it out," Nie Longjiao shook her head in response.
In fact, she had many suspicions in her heart.
For example, that the one who opened the door was a mistress Xiao Feng's father found.
Or maybe, his father being tied to a chair by creditors, and so on.
But obviously, she couldn't voice these, nor could she recklessly speculate without basis.
Xiao Feng took a deep breath and said, "What I saw was my mom."
"Wait a minute!" Nie Longjiao imdiately caught a loophole: "Wasn't your mom the one who took you upstairs? How could she open the door from inside?"
Xiao Feng replied expressionlessly, "Yeah, I was confused too. I turned my head, and no one was behind .
My mom pulled in and questioned why I went up without waiting for her to co down for ."
Upon hearing this, Nie Longjiao's pretty face turned ghastly pale.
Without pausing, Xiao Feng continued, "At that mont, I heard the door being pounded frantically. A woman's voice outside was repeatedly calling my na, telling to go out quickly.
I recognized it. The voice outside was my mom's.
I turned back and saw a woman in the house who looked exactly like my mom, coming out of the kitchen holding a cleaver, asking with a smile, 'Child, why do you think I'm your mom?'"
"Ahhhhh!" Nie Longjiao finally couldn't take it, scread, and crawled up from the floor, running to the door barefoot and out the door.
"Mom! Help!" Nie Longjiao shouted at the top of her voice in the living room.
In fact, Nie Lan had heard her first scream.
But at the ti, she didn't think much, just felt that young people these days really didn't care about the feelings of the elderly, and were too indifferent.
But now it's different, the word "help" ca out. What on earth happened?
Nie Lan quickly exited her room and bumped right into Nie Longjiao.
"What's with all the fuss?" Nie Lan said grumpily.
Nie Longjiao pointed to Xiao Feng, who had just co out of the west room, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, I really can't live with him, he... he scares ."
"How did Xiao Feng scare you?"
"He told ghost stories, and they're way too scary!"
Nie Lan slapped Nie Longjiao on the head with an angry look, "Is this such a big deal?"
"How is this not a big deal?" Nie Longjiao said anxiously, "You know, I can't listen to those kinds of stories, yet he insists on telling them. How am I supposed to sleep?"
"That's your problem. You're not married yet, you can still co to . What about after you're married?" Nie Lan said disdainfully, "You can't solve such a small problem, you're really not like my daughter."
With that, she shut the door ruthlessly.
"Bang!"
Nie Longjiao stood there, stunned.
At this mont, all she felt was despair.
Calling out to heaven got no response, calling out to earth was futile, not even her own mother would care.
She glared fiercely at Xiao Feng and turned on her heel to stride toward the courtyard.
It was obvious she was considering running away from ho, but she probably still felt fearful because of the story Xiao Feng just told, and since she was barefoot, she sat down on the steps.
Xiao Feng found it both amusing and frustrating. She hadn't expected Nie Longjiao's weak spot to be so simple, and her frightened deanor had a certain charm.
...
The cold evening breeze roared up, hitting as if one were streaking through the wilds.
Nie Longjiao couldn't help but curl up, though it wasn't much help.
The main point was that her feet on the tiles felt exactly like standing on ice.
As everyone knows, cold feet in winter are the most deadly. No matter how many blankets you pile on yourself, it does no good.
This is why most people enjoy soaking their feet in hot water in cold weather.
It wasn't long before footsteps sounded behind her.
Nie Longjiao turned her head to see Xiao Feng coming out.
She turned her face away and said coldly, "Go away!"
Xiao Feng shook his head and chuckled, placing the shoes next to her feet and draping the coat hanging on his arm over her, "Sorry, I didn't expect you'd react so strongly.
I promise, I won't tell you those kinds of stories again."
Nie Longjiao snorted coldly, "You go back inside and sleep, I'll sit here for a while."
Of course, Xiao Feng didn't go back inside, but sat beside her. Supporting himself on the steps with his hands, he looked up at the night sky and said, "Let tell you another story."
"Are you done yet?" Nie Longjiao turned her head, furious, "You find this amusing?"
"Calm down, calm down. The story I'm going to tell is a joke."
"Ha, to , that sentence is already a joke."
Xiao Feng didn't mind her sarcasm, and continued, "Once upon a ti, there was a woodpecker living in the forest.
This woodpecker pecked at nothing but a particular large tree all day.
The tree eventually couldn't take it anymore and said to the woodpecker: 'I'm not sick, go peck so other tree.'
Can you guess what the woodpecker said?"
With her hands covering her ears, Nie Longjiao reflexively responded, "What did it say?"
Xiao Feng held his hands on his knees and stood up, "The woodpecker said to the tree: 'No! You're sick!'
"Is that it?" Nie Longjiao lowered her hands from her ears, looking sowhat disappointed.
Xiao Feng frowned, "Have you heard out, before giving your opinion?"
"Continue," Nie Longjiao gestured with her hand.
Only then did Xiao Feng continue, "The tree kept denying it, saying it wasn't sick, then the woodpecker said: 'Not sick, huh? Then walk a few steps.'
"Pfft!" Nie Longjiao couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth, her body trembling slightly.
"If you want to laugh, just laugh, why suppress yourself? Afraid I'll hear your barbell-like laughter?" Xiao Feng said, pursing his lips.
Nie Longjiao imdiately contained her laughter, retorting, "Your laughter sounds more like a barbell."
However, after this commotion, the grievance and depression in her heart indeed lessened considerably.
Xiao Feng looked down at Nie Longjiao and said, "Co on, if you're not sick, walk a few steps back into the house and sleep."
Nie Longjiao still couldn't fully trust him, her expression extrely serious, "Are you sure you really won't tell horror stories again?"
"I promise, not only will I not tell you stories, I won't even speak to you. Is that sufficient?" Xiao Feng said helplessly.
"A promise!" Nie Longjiao held out her hand.
Xiao Feng also held out his hand, responding, "Is as good as done!"
"Slap!"
The two hands clapped together, making a crisp sound.
Nie Longjiao's expression froze imdiately, as if petrified.
A promise is as good as done—only this guy in front could co up with such a saying.
Though frustrated, sitting outside all night was definitely out of the question.
Nie Longjiao put on her shoes and quickly ran back inside, earnestly hoping the night would pass quickly.
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