CH 117

Jiang Luo has to say that Chi You is really sensitive.

At first it sounds strange, Lian Xue is playing the maid of the Chi family, it is not strange that she knows Chi You, but it is strange that she does not. But on reflection, Jiang Luo understands that Chi You is testing the waters.

He clearly felt that Lian Xue looked like he knew him, but he didn’t know him like that.

A man from the mirror world, still so young, could have sensed this, no wonder everyone said Chi You was a genius like no other in the world of metaphysics. Jiang Luo was also impressed by him, he said calmly, “You are the young master of the Chi family, she is your maid, of course she recognises you.”

“That’s true,” Chi You laughed and didn’t go on to ask, “there are vendors selling cigarettes right on Marlboro Street.”

There are now boxes of cigarettes, and Chi You, the young master, is responsible for paying for Jiang Luo’s most expensive carton. Jiang Luo could hardly look away from the street, the mirror world was so realistic in its detailing that Jiang Luo thought he had travelled again.

Passers-by come and go, each with their own look and story, children scamper through the crowd, stray dogs hide in the corners. The yellowing walls are covered with newspapers, and there is a cacophony of shouting and the sound of theatrical ditties.

The street smells of everything, fishy and smelly, and everything comes to life.

The cigarette vendor gave him a packet of matchboxes, Jiang Luo put them in his pocket and said to Chi You, “I want to walk around the street again.”

He looked around him and thought, “Whoever pulled them into the mirror world must be very familiar with this era.

Perhaps add to this the fact that the people behind the scenes are not familiar with the background of the modern world.

Both the Chi family and Chi You exist in a modern setting, and if the people behind the scenes wanted to involve them in the Chi family’s story, there is no doubt that a modern setting would have been more realistic and convenient. Instead, the people behind the story took a detour to change the setting of the Chi family and Chi You to the modern day, and it is highly likely that the people behind the story were unable to make a realistic modern day detail.

Who would be able to meet all these conditions at the same time?

Jiang Luo was thinking about this when drops of rain fell from the sky onto his forehead. He looked towards the sky and saw that the rain was sparse to dense, the drops hitting the dry ground and being absorbed into the ground, leaving a shallow trail.

It’s raining.

The vendor on the side of the road collected his things neatly, took them in his arms and ran, “It’s raining! Make way!”

The pedestrians were hurrying through the rain, scattering from east to west and north to south. Jiang Luo looked back and saw that they had unknowingly reached the end of the road, far from Chi’s house, and would not be able to return any time soon unless they wanted to brave the rain.

He was wondering what to do when Jiang Luo was suddenly grabbed by the hand and Chi You dragged him violently eastwards.

The beads of rain fell heavier and heavier, and as the two men were half drenched, Chi You took Jiang Luo and ran into a four-cornered gazebo.

The smoke and rain clouded the surroundings with a white mist, and the crackling of rain rang out from the top of the gazebo. There is also a pear tree next to the gazebo, its pink and white petals beaten off in a pitiful manner, falling to the ground and mixing with the mud and dust.

Jiang Luo carefully places the cigarette case and matches he is carrying in his arms on the seat. He began to pat the rain from his body, his front and back were soaked to the bone, even his shoes.

Jiang Luo twisted his hair and then turned his head to look at Chi You with a smile, “Young Master Chi, you said you had been ill for a few years and had not recovered from it off and on. But I see that you didn’t run all the way here at all slow, that place just now is at least a mile from here and you didn’t even breathe.”

Chi You said unhurriedly, “I have not been well off and on, but my health is not that bad either. What’s more, in this line of work, the body is even more important.”

“Which line?”

Chi You couldn’t help but laugh, “How come you don’t know anything.”

“In our line of work, of course, we are the ……” he gave an inexplicable smile, “the gods and goddesses who catch and practice ghosts.”

Jiang Luo looked at him and remembered the three moles on his waist.

The young Chi You is much easier to deal with than the dangerous and crazy Chi You of later years. Jiang Luo might be able to get the secret of the three moles out of him.

Chi You suddenly said, “Tomorrow is the third day of your marriage, and it is time for you to return to your door.”

He had expected Jiang Luo to be happy, after all, to escape from the Chi family, even for just one day, was a rare opportunity for an ordinary person like Jiang Luo to relax. But Jiang Luo was flat and indifferent, even a little cold between his eyes, “Really.”

Chi You showed some interest, “I’ll go with you to Jiang’s house too, so you can meet your parents-in-law.”

Jiang Luo sneered, “Father-in-law and mother-in-law?”

He sneered and stopped talking.

The spring rain soon became much lighter, but there was no sign of it ending. The pavilion kept out the rain, but not the cold wind that was coming from all sides. Jiang Luo took advantage of the drizzle to say, “Let’s run back while we can.”

Chi You had no objection, “Good.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Jiang Luo was the first to run out into the rain, not even giving Chi You a cushion before he was already ten metres away.

His back is gradually hazy amidst the green rain.

Chi You looked at the rain and then at the stained puddles on the ground. Disgust flashed across his face and he ran out after him.

He was clearly running into the rain much later, but he soon caught up with Jiang Luo’s rear.

Chi You didn’t intend to run in front of Jiang Luo, but followed him, looking at him inquisitively and curiously.

At first, Chi You was simply looking at Jiang Luo’s bones, wondering what was so strange about him. But the rain gradually drenched Jiang Luo’s clothes, his thin shirt hugging his torso, his strong, lean, tight waistline and long, straight legs becoming more and more apparent as he ran.

His attention was slightly diverted.

The charm of youth was evident in all its glory. A charm that the young man had never known before emerged and gathered subtly in the midst of the rain, like a rotting fruit in a corner, no one knew where it was ripening and rotting red, but a sweet and cloying smell floated in the dark.

A man’s waist, his thighs, it’s all the most banal stuff.

There is no voluptuous line, no fragrant softness. Yet, at this moment, it is strangely sensual and attractive.

Chi You paused and averted his eyes.

Ten minutes later.

The two of them returned to Chi You’s house completely drenched, walking down the corridor to their rooms. Jiang Luo and Chi You walk side by side, his head tilted back, his hands lazily tying up his dripping black hair from the back of his neck, suddenly looking sideways at Chi You, “Why are you looking at me?”

Chi You locked eyes with him, and he seemed to be wondering something too.

Jiang Luo felt that there was something vaguely familiar about Chi You’s gaze, a look he had seen in the eyes of the grown-up Chi You before. A little suspicious and a little curious, Jiang Luo asked directly, “What are you thinking about?”

Chi You finally withdrew her eyes, but the corners of her lips lifted, “We should go and take a shower or we’ll catch a cold.”

Jiang Luo : “……”

You are so perfunctory.

Jiang Luo came out of the shower but did not see Chi You in his room. He asked the maid, “Where is Chi You?”

The maid said, “The young master has gone out on something and asked me to tell you that he would be back in the evening.”

Jiang Luo looked out at the dreary, rainy weather outside the house, and went out in this weather?

He furrowed his brow.

*

While Jiang Luo rested, several others dressed as maids and boys slacked off.

The rain prevented a lot of work from being done, which gave Qin Yun and his team a real breather.

In the kitchen, Lian Bing and Duan Zi were hiding, sitting on a stool by the door and watching the rain with boredom. The kitchen steward was disgusted with their appearance and said with a stinky face, “You two, hurry up and take these dirty things out of the house and throw them away, it’s only raining a little and you’re paid to eat and not work?”

The steward couldn’t stop talking and by the end of the day Lian Bing and Duan Zi had a headache when they saw him coming. The two men got up in a hurry to collect their rubbish and walked to the back door in the rain.

It was only two or three o’clock in the afternoon, but it was as dark as night. Lian Bing was so strong that he took the lead in throwing out the bags of rubbish, and when he turned to help Duan Zi, he shook his head woefully, “You go back first. ”

Lian Bing also smelled the rancid smell on him and he looked at Duan Zi sympathetically, “I’ll go back first then.”

After Lian Bing had left, Duan Zi pulled the rubbish towards the door with all his might. But in the pouring rain, the bag of rubbish was getting heavier and heavier and his hair was covering his eyes. With great difficulty, Duan Zi managed to pull the rubbish out of the door and with great effort he threw the bag into the rubbish heap, but with it came his two bloody arms.

Duan Zi’s eyes widened abruptly and he looked in horror at the two arms that had just been dragging rubbish around.

It turned out that it wasn’t the rubbish that was getting heavier, it was the arms being ripped off and losing their strength.

Duan Zi’s voice trembled, his lips were wide open and he could not scream. He staggered back a step, but suddenly felt something behind him and turned his head shivering.

The pupils suddenly tightened.

……

Lian Bing waited for a long time for Duan Zi to return and went out to look for him again. But there were only two candles in the whole room, and he took one out, looking at the road by the dull light of the candle, ” Duan Zi?”

” Duan Zi? Where are you?”

Lian Bing shouted around but found nothing. He went back to his room and waited in wonder for Duan Zi to return. But as he waited, Lian Bing fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the maids came out to throw out the rubbish. The rain had finally stopped this morning and the maids were whispering, throwing the dirty things in their hands one by one to the top of the pile. She was about to curse “bad luck” when she suddenly froze.

She turned her head stiffly and looked down at her feet again. The dirty pool of water had been slightly stained with blood, and the head wrapped in black hair was that of Duan Zi, his eyes were white, the dead protruding ones on the verge of falling out of their sockets, maintaining a final look of fear.

Maid: “……”

“–Ahhhhhh!”