Lingchuan didn't waste any time and directly expressed his intention to the Li family, "I'll get the sauerkraut jar and leave as soon as I get it."
Li's father obviously didn't know about this and looked confused, "What pickled cabbage jar?"
Mother Li was yawning. After hearing this, she moved for a moment, and then she yawned: "Oh, um, I originally wanted to take the time to tell your wife, but on the way home, I accidentally dropped the jar of pickled cabbage.
It was broken. I will buy a bigger and better one another day to compensate her."
Lingchuan's face darkened, his dark eyes were thicker than the night, and he stared at Mother Li intently.
The tall body is shrouded in the night, and the whole body is exuding coldness, just like the king of hell who demands life, making people feel frightened.
Mother Li's back was chilled by the sight, "Kawako, you, why are you looking at me like that?"
Seeing Mother Li's guilty conscience and dodge, Lingchuan stopped talking nonsense and walked directly into Li's house.
The Li family is a typical farmhouse with earthen tiles, three main rooms, two side rooms on the left, and a pigsty and chicken shed on the right.
Lingchuan searched room after room, and finally found the dragon-pattern jar in the closet of Li Li's brother Li Zhijie's room.
After taking out the portrait and comparing it, and confirming that it was Yunmo's, Lingchuan hugged the dragon-patterned jar and was about to leave.
Li Zhijie, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, stopped pretending, stood up and took Ling Chuan's arm, "Chuanzi, wait a moment, don't leave yet, let's talk to him if you have something to say."
Lingchuan turned away from the other party expressionlessly and warned in a deep voice: "This is the last time. There will be a next time. Don't blame me for not showing kindness to relatives."
Father Li looked at the two of them confusedly, "Kawako, what on earth is going on? Is this jar important?"
Lingchuan looked at Father Li and said, "Uncle Li might as well take some time to discipline his son. Not every time he gets into trouble, someone will help him. He used to come to the house to steal things. For the sake of my brother's sake, I didn't care.
Fortunately, the jar was recovered this time, otherwise, you would have been waiting to eat the national meal!"
After Lingchuan said the cruel words, he raised his legs and walked away. Li Zhijie didn't dare to stop him, but he couldn't bear to let the treasure fly away like this, so he followed behind him.
"Kawako, that's good. Can I buy this jar for you for 50 yuan?"
Seeing that Lingchuan was unmoved, Li Zhijie increased the price again, "80 yuan, 100 yuan? Chuanzi, how about you make a price and we can discuss it."
Lingchuan stopped and turned to look at him.
Li Zhijie thought he was in for a good show, so he hurriedly added: "I won't hide it from you. There was a boss I knew before who specialized in collecting pickled cabbage jars like my brothers and sisters. No matter how you get one, you can sell it for around 200 yuan, no matter how much you sell it by then.
How much does it cost? How about we add two to one and make five, half for each person?"
Lingchuan still didn't understand anything at this time. Worrying about the sauerkraut being spoiled was just an excuse. The Li family had the idea of the dragon-patterned jar from the very beginning.
If he doesn't come tonight, the jar may change hands tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Lingchuan became angry and kicked Li Zhijie to the ground. Then he stepped forward and kicked Li Zhijie twice, making Li Zhijie hold his stomach and scream out.
Mother Li screamed and rushed forward, "Kuanzi, what are you doing! Stop!"
Father Li was slow to react, but he still subconsciously stepped forward to stop Ling Chuan, "Chuan Zi, what are you doing? If you have anything to say, please tell me..."
Lingchuan stared coldly at Li Zhijie, who was lying on the ground and kept shouting, "Remember, this is the last time. If you dare to make any mistakes next time, I will never let you go."
Amid Li Zhijie's shouts and Li's mother's choking cries, Lingchuan turned around and disappeared into the dark night.
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Drowsily, Yun Mo was awakened by a rustling sound. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ling Chuan standing in front of the square table, tilting his neck up and drinking water.
Under the dim light, the man's side face is sharp and angular, and his Adam's apple is rolling up and down due to drinking water, which is extremely sexy.
I really want to get my hands on it and touch it.
Realizing what she was thinking, Yun Mo's face suddenly became hot.
Seeing that she was awake, Lingchuan put down the pottery bowl and handed her the dragon-patterned jar on the wooden table.
"Look, is this it?"
Yun Mo took the dragon pattern jar and looked at it carefully, then nodded, "Well, that's it."
After receiving her affirmation, Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief and then reminded: "Since it is a valuable thing, keep it away and don't leave it lying around. You may not be so lucky to find it back next time."
Yun Mo was not happy when she heard this, "Why did I put it randomly? I obviously put it in my own home. Can you please be reasonable?"
Lingchuan didn't argue with her, but some strings in his heart seemed to have been lightly touched.
In her heart, this is her home, so she can safely put such a precious dragon-patterned jar in the house.
From beginning to end, she was not on guard against him.
This realization made him feel as if what he had just drank was not a cold drink, but a large glass of sweet honey water, and every pore in his body felt comfortable.
"You check to see if the jar is broken. I'll go outside and take a shower."
"oh."
After looking carefully, Yun Mo found no traces of knocks on the dragon pattern jar, so she found two pieces of thick old clothes, wrapped them up, and placed them on the bottom shelf of the wooden cabinet.
As soon as he put it away, Lingchuan returned to the house covered in moisture.
It must have been because he had just taken a cold shower. Even though Yun Mo was so far away, he could feel the coldness radiating from the man's body.
Yun Mo realized belatedly that it was already midnight.
Thinking that the other party had been running around all night to help her get the dragon pattern jar back, and might not have eaten dinner, Yun Mo subconsciously asked: "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Seeing Lingchuan tilting his head to look at her, Yunmo quickly took out biscuits and milk from her backpack.
"I bought this on the train. I haven't finished it yet. You can eat it."
Lingchuan was not polite to her, took the food, sat down at the wooden table and started eating.
The man's eating appearance is not elegant at all, even a little rude, but paired with that good-looking face, it is inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
Yun Mo sat on the edge of the bed, looking a little hungry, but there was no food in the backpack.
In fact, she took out these cookies and milk from the space and put them in her backpack for later use. When she guessed that he might not have eaten dinner, she subconsciously did so.
Lingchuan finished eating quickly and raised his dark eyes to look at her, "It's getting late. You can go back to sleep. I'm leaving."
Yun Mo was in a daze, "Where are you going?"
"Go back to the construction site."
Yun Mo looked at the dark sky outside the door, "Are you leaving so early?"
"The construction schedule is tight, so I have to go and watch it before I feel relieved."
Lingchuan thought for a while, took ten dollars from his body and handed it to her, "You take the money first."
"No need, I have it myself."
Seeing that she didn't answer, Lingchuan turned around and put the money on the table, "I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."
"Lingchuan."
When the other party was about to walk out of the door, Yun Mo stopped him subconsciously, "What do you think about the separation?"
Lingchuan turned around and looked at her emotionlessly with his dark eyes, "I should ask you what you think. Do you want a divorce, or do you simply want to separate and live alone?"