Chu Ping feels very strange now, not that a certain person or a certain place is strange, but that everything is strange.
Especially when Chu Ping saw Han Yanyan coming out of the room, he felt as if he was looking at an emotionless doll.
"Where's the third uncle?"
Chu Ping glanced at the room. It was dark, like a monster with its mouth open waiting for its prey to fall into a trap.
"Your third uncle is also sleeping in the room and is not awake yet."
The third aunt's voice was like a machine without emotion, and her expression was even more indifferent.
"Ah, in that case I will go back first."
Chu Ping could feel the weirdness of the situation here. Compared with the excitement when he just received the call from Han Yanyan, Chu Ping had calmed down completely now. He also knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, so he wanted to leave first.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping said nothing more and turned to leave.
At this moment, Chu Ping suddenly felt a cold feeling on his wrist. He turned around and saw Han Yanyan holding his wrist.
At this time, Han Yanyan's face was pale, but her eyes were wide open, and the red blood threads in her eyes were slowly squirming like earthworms.
"Brother Chu Ping, come in and sit for a while."
Han Yanyan's voice was as emotionless as the third aunt's, and she stared straight at Chu Ping, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"I won't disturb my third uncle's sleep."
In such a weird situation, Chu Ping would not be stupid enough to throw himself into a trap.
"Brother Chu Ping, come in and sit for a while."
Han Yanyan's hands were like cold iron pliers, holding Chu Ping's wrist tightly and not letting go.
Chu Ping struggled a few times in disbelief, but found that it was of no avail, so he had to give up.
"Brother Chu Ping, come in and sit for a while."
Han Yanyan seemed to be very obsessed with letting Chu Ping enter the house.
At that moment, Chu Ping thought of Han Yanyan who texted him, and it seemed that she always said "are you there".
Chu Ping shuddered. If his wrist hadn't been grabbed by Han Yanyan, Chu Ping would have disappeared long ago.
Before Chu Ping could say the word "no", his body was dragged into the house by Han Yanyan. The third aunt who followed him quickly turned around and closed the door, as if she was afraid that Chu Ping would run away.
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"Yanyan, I suddenly remembered that there is fish stewed in the pot at home."
Chu Ping was pushed directly onto the sofa by Han Yanyan. To be honest, if it weren't for the situation of the person in front of him, Chu Ping would still be a little excited.
"Don't eat the fish in a hurry. Let it stew for a while. I just made some food here. You can try it too."
After the third aunt made sure that Chu Ping could not go out, she entered the kitchen.
When Chu Ping saw his third aunt entering the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel conflicted, not because of anything else, but because he thought of what happened at the old man's house. At that time, the one-eyed old woman also entered the kitchen in the same way, saying that she wanted to give him something.
Chu Ping poured a glass of water to drink.
"Why do you feel like you're back at Uncle Ricky's house again?"
Chu Ping was murmuring in his heart, always feeling that there was something going on here that he couldn't understand.
After the third aunt entered the kitchen, Han Yanyan and Chu Ping were the only two people left in the living room. Just because Han Yanyan's hand was holding Chu Ping's wrist, she sat next to Chu Ping.
Looking at Chu Ping's restrained look, he looked like a son-in-law coming to his father-in-law's house for the first time.
"Yanyan, how about I go see my third uncle."
After Chu Ping finished speaking, he wanted to stand up, but his wrist was tightly held by Han Yanyan, so Chu Ping, who had just stood up, sat back on the sofa.
"He's still sleeping."
Han Yanyan's eyes seemed to be unable to feel stimulation. From the first time Chu Ping saw her, they have always been open until now.
"ah······"
Chu Ping smiled awkwardly, and then glanced back and forth in the living room. It was the same room as in his memory. The third uncle and third aunt's room was on the left side of the room, next to the sofa, while Han Yanyan's room was on the left side of the room, next to the sofa.
It's on the right side of the room, directly opposite the sofa.
"Um...where is your cousin? Doesn't she live at your house?"
Chu Ping was very panicked now and needed time to think.
"She's sleeping too."
Han Yanyan pointed to her room. It was obvious that Su Ya was there now.
Chu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth and wanted to find some more topics to delay the time, but at this time the third aunt came out from the kitchen carrying a bowl of hot white rice.
"Eat it while it's hot."
The third aunt placed the white rice in front of Chu Ping, her expression still dull, like a puppet that couldn't laugh.
"Uh... Third aunt, I'm not hungry yet."
Chu Ping looked at the bowl of rice in front of him, and the aroma filled his nostrils, as if what he was seeing was not just a bowl of white rice, but delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Chu Ping swallowed. He had never thought that a bowl of white rice could be so fragrant.
"Does it smell good? Eat it if you want."
The third aunt's voice rang in Chu Ping's ears, as if it was a chain that tugged at his inner desires, making Chu Ping's heart begin to stir.
Just when Chu Ping was holding the white rice on the coffee table in his hand, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing through the window. The figure flashed away, and he didn't even see clearly what that person looked like. When Chu Ping came back,
When I was sleeping, there was no fragrant white rice in my hand, but only a white candle that was about an inch long.
Chu Ping was startled and threw the white candle in his hand out. He only heard the sound of broken porcelain. When he looked around, he saw a handful of white rice lying on the ground and a broken porcelain bowl.
"You kid, I gave you something good to eat, why did you throw it away?"
The third aunt's tone was still so dull, and there was no trace of anger at all.
Looking at his third aunt who was squatting on the ground cleaning up the broken bowls, Chu Ping suddenly felt a little dazed.
"What was thrown out just now was a candle, so why did it turn into a bowl again?"
Chu Ping looked out the window with some confusion. It was pitch dark and he couldn't see what was there at all.
"Who is that figure? He seems to be helping me."
Chu Ping smiled bitterly in his heart. Of course he knew there was a problem here, but now his wrist was clamped by Han Yanyan, and he couldn't break free even if he wanted to, let alone leave from here.
"You can't cut off a strong man's wrist, right?"
Chu Ping glanced at his hands, then shook his head, completely giving up on this thought.
He didn't want to become "Yang Daxia" at a young age.
"Third aunt, let me help you clean up."
After Chu Ping finished speaking, he was about to stand up, but Han Yanyan let him go and followed Chu Ping up. However, she didn't seem to have any intention of squatting down to help the third aunt pack her things, she just stood there blankly.
Because of Han Yanyan, Chu Ping couldn't squat down at all, so he had to smile awkwardly at his third aunt, and then sat back on the sofa.
After the third aunt had cleared away the white rice and broken bowls on the floor, she entered the kitchen again.
"Wait a minute and I'll get you another bowl."
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