Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 165
They stayed in the cave for one more night.
As the sun was setting, Wuyun Cheng brought them bedding, picked wild fruits and brought them water.
This was Ji Su’s request.
As a ghost, Wuyun Cheng is unaware of warmth, cold and hunger. She does not understand Ji Su’s reason for her request, but she complies.
There are many things that Wuyun Cheng does not quite understand. For example, although the taiji formation she set up has a thousand years of spiritual power, but hard to break, or violently break the mountain, another way to kill, is not difficult, then why, as one of the six rulers of Mount Jingxu third uncle will be so easily trapped by her.
On the second day, the Taiji Formation was unraveled, and Shujue Duan and the others met Third Uncle Tingfeng Ren, who had been pitted for more than three or four days, in an adjacent pit.
When they met, Tingfeng Ren was telling one of his disciples who was fast on his feet, “Go back quickly and tell Brother that the disciples are safe and will return the next day, so don’t worry about them.”
The disciple received the order and was about to leave when Tingfeng Ren stopped him: “After the announcement, come back earlier. It’s not good to lose a birthday celebrant.”
Once he turned his head, Tingfeng Ren saw Yujing Wen and took the initiative to welcome him with his small bamboo fan, smiling, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry for making senior brother worried, I even sent sixth senior brother here.”
Yujing Wen smiled: “The good thing is that there is no danger.”
Tingfeng Ren said: “It may not be dangerous, but it is not bad to be frightened, so don’t mention it. Brother Wen, did you bring the money?”
Yujing Wen untied the pouch at his waist.
Tingfeng Ren said, “Thank you, senior brother will return to the mountain and take that snow lotus to return to you.”
He tossed the pouch to his disciple: “Go buy some gifts. Since you are here as a guest, it would be a great loss of etiquette if you don’t have any accompanying gifts.”
Not only them, none of those who were forcibly detained by Wuyun Cheng have left, including those ordinary people.
A hunter is quite open-minded, holding a sheepskin wine bag, smiling out a mouthful of big white teeth: “Here we are, but also imprisoned for so many days, how also have to eat a good meal, fishing a capital it.”
The wontons were hand-made by Ji Su, filled with fresh shepherd’s purse from the mountains, which was fresh and tasty, but not as delicious as the ones sold in the restaurants.
These noodles were bought by Ji Su and Wuyun Cheng a few days ago when they went down to the mountains together. Wuyun Cheng refused to leave Ji Su, so Ji Su had to go into the city after nightfall, lest it cause any unnecessary disturbance.
Ji Su goes into the grain store to buy noodles, and Wuyun Cheng waits outside, but accidentally scares someone who gets up in the middle of the night to open the window.
Fearing that things would get out of hand, Ji Su left in a hurry with Wuyun Cheng, taking the pockets of noodles he had bought, and did not dare to enter the city again.
Not enough food, but good thing there is wine.
The wine was made by Ji Su herself and buried under the bamboo forest, a technique she learned from a book, and buried under the bamboo forest where she met Wuyun Cheng.
The wine that has been warmed by bamboo mud, after a hundred years and a thousand years, has a mellow taste and bamboo fragrance.
When Wuyun Cheng met the crowd, she was dressed up by Ji Su and changed into new clothes, which made her look more festive than Ji Su on her birthday. The small half of the mask hid her disfigured face, revealing the small and sharp half of her face, which is quite beautiful and elegant.
Luckily, she was not sure what the injury on her face meant now, and when she saw everyone, she performed a manly salute, “Thank you all, for coming to spend your birthdays with Ah-ching.”
In Wuyun Cheng’s time, women and men still saluted in the same way.
She seems to have all but forgotten that she tied everyone up, or rather, with her existing knowledge, doesn’t see anything wrong with doing so.
Ji Su laughed helplessly, and behind her, returned the salute to the crowd one by one, and also made amends to the crowd for her.
Tingfeng Ren smiled, raised his hand and sleeve, pressed the gift box on one side with his bamboo fan, and said, “This is a gift from our Mount Jingxu, please accept it, and wish you a happy life on earth and peace for a hundred years.”
Wuyun Cheng was delighted to hear the benediction and came running to unpack the gift box.
Ji Su was full of apologies, but no one in the room minded.
Everyone wants to believe that Ji Su will teach Wuyun Cheng well in the future.
The hunter picked up several stones of peculiar shape, a scholar gave away the books in his book case, and a woman who came up the mountain to pick mushrooms picked a hand full of mountain flowers.
Wuyun Cheng liked the flowers the most, so he took them in his arms and sniffed them again and again, and even put them on his head, resulting in a mess of his combed hair.
Unable to do so, Ji Su could only pull her down on one side of the rock, dissolve her hair and re-comb it.
Wuyun Cheng held up the flower for her to see: “The flower.”
Ji Su : “The flowers are very nice. …… Miss Cheng, don’t move around, look ahead.”
Wuyun Cheng was a good boy, holding the fragrance in his arms, but he kept talking to himself, “The flowers are so beautiful. Tomorrow I will pick all the flowers in the mountain for Ji Su, and Ji Su will be happy.”
Ji Su held her thick head of auburn hair and moved to gently comb it: “No, pick a handful occasionally, Ji Su is happy; pick them all, Ji Su will not be happy, the flower is just where it should be, so is Miss Cheng, don’t move, be good.”
Wuyun Cheng obediently mumbled and continued to turn the flower in her hand, letting the petals brush against her cheek one by one.
Everyone was given a small bowl of shepherd’s purse wontons, and Xiaochi Chi took a small spoon and ate the whole bowl in one careful bite.
This is also shared with Shujue Duan.
After the small bowl reached the bottom, the Shujue Duan inside him moved.
He took a spoon and wrote on the bottom of the bowl, “Is this the man.”
It’s a rather nonsensical sentence, but Xiaochi Chi thinks he knows what Shujue Duan is trying to say.
Xiaochi Chi switched his left hand to hold the spoon and answered him, “Yes.”
In his previous life, Shujue Duan was completely plotted by the feast Jinhua, trapped in a sea when he was young, later trapped in the fishing light pond, only a few friends, the most real warmth, only from his little black snake.
But Jiming Ye is not a human being.
The people he met were Feast Jinhua and the people in Mount Jingxu who were kept in the dark by Feast Jinhua, who did not know the truth and who were shouting at him.
He had never seen such a scene, all without saying much, tacitly defending the wishes of a ghost, no suspicion, no denunciation, no mischief, he had never seen in his previous life, the third uncle, in a crowd of peace and happiness, shaking fans and drinking wine, leisurely, as if he had seen another realm.
People, too, have realms.
Is this what a person looks like.
Shujue Duan was confused, so Xiaochi Chi answered his questions.
“Yes.”
This is what people should be like. The darkness and injustice that he saw do exist, but fortunately, that is not all that makes people human.
Shujue Duan, who is rarely talkative, ponders for a moment and writes word for word with his spoon on the bottom of the bowl, “I want to know more.”
Xiaochi Chi replied to him, “Why don’t you take your time and go see.”
Shujue Duan : “Thank you, Mr. Chi, for the advice.”
Xiaochi Chi: “No. These wontons are quite delicious, are you done writing, I’ll go and serve another bowl when you’re done.”
He went to serve another bowl, and the heat of the ravioli hit his face in a pleasant way.
061, who had not spoken for a long time, laughed and said, “You are quite suitable for enlightenment.”
Xiaochi Chi said, “Enlightenment what, live more, always live out.”
The world where there is so much evil and ugly, very good and very beautiful, most are just gray, not too good, not too bad.
Xiaochi Chi has seen the best of people and the worst of people, and he never doubts the existence of evil, but also does not question any good for that reason.
During his most hateful and unlikeable times, he would text with Ying Lou.
By that time, Ying Lou could no longer reply to him.
However, Xiaochi Chi would have tacitly acknowledged that he had seen it, or was watching it.
No matter how tired he is and how much he hates it, as long as he sends a text message from his tiny, simple-to-function only call and text phone before going to bed, he can sleep well for hours with peace of mind.
“Brother Lou, good night.”
“Got first in the test today. Missed you.”
“Someone is looking for me to do a movie, I heard that a very famous screenwriter is looking at me, is it a fake ah, should I go?”
“Lou, I had milk before I went to bed. A big glass.”
Although the efficacy of this therapy gradually weakened in later years, the good news is that Ying Lou would not change his number and was always there, gently ready to accommodate him.
For the sake of this warmth, Xiaochi Chi also tries to keep his heart so that it doesn’t become too much.
However, in any case, he is not the same Xiaochi Chi as before.
Sensing his silence, Jiming Ye sat with him in the laughter.
Yujing Wen was called by Tingfeng Ren for a drink, and they were able to take the opportunity to gossip.
Jiming Ye called out to him, “The last name Chi?”
Xiaochi Chi : “Hmm?”
Jiming Ye: “What did the old Badan Wang, surnamed Yan, do to Ji Su and Wuyun Cheng?”
In his previous life, he had only heard about it, and the subject matter still boasted about how thunderous Feast Jinhua was.
Xiaochi Chi sneered.
In his previous life, under the leadership of Feast Jinhua, who had captured the thousand-year sword intent of the shark, Yushan Shi was burned to the ground, Wuyun Cheng suffered heavy injuries and was dragged away from Yushan Shi alive, and was destroyed in smoke, Ji Su was captured and thrown into the furnace, and Feast Jinhua accidentally obtained the medicine of immortality, and he was so happy and excited that he was very pleased.
When Jiming Ye heard about it, he almost died on the spot.
But a turn of the head, see the feast Jinhua sitting far away, full of forcibly suppressed resentment, in front of the wontons also did not move on a bite, do not know is no appetite or do not believe the mountain ghosts they, the heart of the unhappy immediately dispersed.
In this life Ji Su and Wuyun Cheng well, and got Mount Jingxu three uncles and young master’s approval, he is later to go dog – luck, get any great opportunity, fear can not find the excuse to take the Dan.
With his heart relieved, Jiming Ye looked around and was overcome with emotion.
He had not read the book “Sailor Immortal” and only knew the plot in general.
Yushan Shi, the original location where he was supposed to meet Shujue Duan.
Jiming Ye asked, “How do you think that author, exactly, plans to write about my first encounter with Little Fish?”
Xiaochi Chi asked, “That’s for you to ask, what if you were in Yushan Shi and met Shujue Duan for the first time?”
“If I didn’t know him well, I would have seen his hypocrisy and would have looked for a chance to teach him a lesson.” Jiming Ye said, “But probably not when Ji Su’s birthday is celebrated, but when he comes down from the mountain.”
Xiaochi Chi sipped a glass of bamboo wine: “Then, this is probably the story the author intended to write.”
After the wine and food, the group said goodbye.
After sending these kind-hearted people away, Ji Su turned around and went back to the mountain, but couldn’t find Wuyun Cheng anywhere.
She walked around the mountain, calling softly and without haste, “Miss Cheng, Miss Cheng.”
While passing by the bamboo forest where they met, Wuyun Cheng jumped from one of the bamboo trees and landed on top of her, rustling down a shaken leaf and laughing.
She weighs nothing at all and can easily carry it on her back.
The Goddess, who used to be gentle and dignified, was lying on the mountain ghost’s back, her hair, which had just been combed, was scattered: “Have they all been sent away?”
Ji Su turned her back and said, “Send it away.”
Wuyun Cheng said, “So now it’s my turn.”
Ji Su said, “Fine, fine, take you home.”
She carried her on her back and headed for the home they shared.
Wuyun Cheng hugged Ji Su’s neck and thought about the people who had just left: “They were so nice. Will you come back next year?”
Ji Su said, “That’s fate, no need to force it. Listen to me, don’t arrest people in the future, okay?”
Wuyun Cheng said, “No catch.”
Ji Su : “You can’t catch it on the birth day either.”
Wuyun Cheng froze, lying on her back and thinking hard for a while, before making up his mind: “Well, no catch.”
…… This is considered an agreement.
Wuyun Cheng was good for a while and then asked, “You haven’t read to me from today’s book.”
Ji Su : “Which one do you want to hear?”
Wuyun Cheng said, “The Book of Psalms.”
Ji Su then picked a piece at random and recited it in a soft voice: “The wood is cut down, the birds are singing. It comes from the valley and moves to the trees. ……”
The mountain ghost recites one sentence, and the goddess follows. The goddess didn’t know what it meant, but she babbled and learned to speak with her accent and pronunciation.
She drifted off at times, feeling that the words were familiar and the scenes were familiar.
It was as if she had carried someone like this a long time ago, and then again a long time ago.
She will learn a sentence when she reads it herself. So a thousand years of time does not seem difficult, day by day, so over.
