Chapter 35: Black Cheongsam, Folding Fan Covers Face
This kind of thing is like a membrane. If you don't prick it, you won't feel it. Only when you prick it can you understand what's going on.
Wang Quan just has something wrong with his brain, not crazy. He still has memories of what he did before.
But when I think about it now, it feels like I was watching a movie from a third-person perspective.
Could it be that as soon as you stop borrowing power, your sanity will return?
In fact, Wang Quan still feels abnormal, but not that crazy.
It seems that this power cannot be used often.
He looked at the white-haired village girl Feng Ajiu.
The girl sat quietly by the bed, looking at Wang Quan quietly.
Wang Quan looked up and down and found that the girl had some scars and calluses on her hands. She was wearing a yellow dress that was somewhat worn but had faded after washing.
It's so cold in the mountains...
Wang Quan took off his suit jacket and held it in his hand, "You are wearing too little. My suit jacket looks thin, but it is actually quite warm."
After saying that, he put it back on.
The white-haired girl blinked and said nothing.
Wang Quan: "..."
Tsk, he really has no choice in this kind of thing.
He took off his suit jacket and put it on Feng Ajiu, "I've given you the clothes, but I can't give you the pants. And your skirt makes me feel cold. Remember to wear long johns tomorrow."
Bai Mao tilted his head, "Autumn pants?"
"You haven't even worn long johns since you were a kid?"
Bai Mao shook his head, "Auntie said I'm a loser."
Wang Quan frowned slightly, "Ajiu, how does aunt treat you?"
"Very good, as long as I am obedient, I will have food to eat." Feng Ajiu remained expressionless, "I can cook, be obedient, clean, and do not disturb others. I am very obedient."
Wang Quan twitched the corner of his mouth.
I never thought that something like this would happen to him.
He just came for a blind date, but so far he hasn't even seen the shadow of his blind date.
Strong wind? That kind of thing in the Classic of Mountains and Seas didn't show it either.
Wang Quan recalled what he saw and heard today.
Apart from a group of old people who greatly increased his anger, there was only the village chief.
The festival the village chief talked about...
Wang Quan rubbed the white hair in front of him, "Ajiu, uncle, I like obedient children the most. I don't know something, can you tell uncle?"
Ajiu nodded, "Brother, just ask, I will tell you everything I know."
Wang Quan smiled and asked: "Who will be worshiping the sacrifice that will be held in the village in a few days?"
"He is the greatest god in the village." Feng Ajiu said calmly, "Everyone says so."
The greatest god in the village...the Kitchen God? Is this...
But let’s confirm something first.
This village is probably not a drug village, but it may be a shoe cult.
As a temporarily determined materialist, Wang Quan must stand up and uphold this justice!
Wang Quan rubbed his chin and smiled gently, "Ajiu, do they always use candles in the village? Don't they even use lamps?"
"There are kerosene lamps." Ajiu tilted her head, "But I have been using candles since I was a child, and my aunt uses kerosene lamps."
"Are you and your aunt living together? Where are your uncles and so on? And where are your aunt's children?"
Little Bai Mao shook his head, "I don't know. I haven't seen those people since I was born. Later, my aunt beat me when I mentioned them. I am very obedient and will never ask again."
Ouch!
This girl just hit the soft spot in Wang Quan's heart.
His protective instincts were aroused.
Of course, he does not deny that gray hair and appearance do play a part in the reason, and the proportion is not small.
But at least he felt that by chatting with this girl, his own personality became closer to his original self.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Seeing Ajiu looking at him quietly with his big eyes open, Wang Quan thought about it and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case.
"What about other people treating you? Just those grandparents."
Ajiu's mood did not fluctuate at all, "They didn't talk to me. I felt like they hated me and were afraid of me. I don't know why.
"I asked my aunt, and she said it was my parents who caused it."
Mom and Dad were the ones who caused the harm, and they were both hateful and afraid...Wang Quan thought thoughtfully.
He smiled and changed the subject, "So do you think your aunt treats you well?"
Feng Ajiu shook his head, "Not good."
"Then you didn't want to go outside the village and take a look?"
"You can't go out." Feng Ajiu's eyes were calm, "Only the village chief, sixth uncle, and fourth grandpa can go out. No one else can go out."
After a pause, she seemed to see Wang Quan disapproving, and then said: "I tried to run out secretly, but if I keep walking on the road outside, I will return to the village again."
"oh?"
Wang Quan became interested.
He smiled and said, "If you go back now, will your aunt scold you?"
Feng Ajiu nodded.
"Then sleep at my place." Wang Quan crossed his legs, "I just have to go out to do errands, so you can sleep at my place."
"But aunt..." Ajiu was obviously moved, but she was still afraid of her aunt.
Although her face was expressionless, Wang Quan could feel it.
"It's okay, I will tell her." Wang Quan patted Ajiu's head, "Sleep peacefully."
Ajiu hesitated for a moment, then took off her cloth shoes and huddled up in the corner of the bed. Then she handed the suit to Wang Quan, "Brother, here you go, it's cold outside."
The smile in Wang Quan's eyes became gentler.
He took the suit jacket and put it on, then took out the quilt and wrapped Ajiu in it, "Sleep well, you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow."
After that, he blew out the candle, opened the door and went out quietly.
Ah Jiu stared at the closed door, seemingly waiting for Wang Quan to come back.
I don't know how long it took, but she finally couldn't resist the fight between her eyelids, so she slowly closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became longer.
............
Wang Quan stood in the center of the village, smoking quietly.
Fenggu Village was silent late at night, probably because there was no electricity. All the surrounding houses had no lights on, and no one made any sound.
There are also no sounds from animals or insects in the jungles deep in the village and on the mountains.
Even the sound of wind was absent.
Men like darkness, and Wang Quan enjoyed the silence of the night very much.
When the cigarette burned out, he threw away the butt and stamped it out, walking towards Aunt Feng Ajiu's house - this was what he had just asked.
After walking for five or six minutes, he came to a courtyard.
The courtyard wall made of earth only reached his chest. There was a small vegetable patch in the courtyard, and behind it was a bungalow. The house was not big, with one bedroom and one bathroom, the same as Wang Quan's residence.
He climbed over the courtyard wall with a push of his hands.
Walking to the door, he knocked gently.
Soon a middle-aged woman's hoarse voice came from inside, "You still know how to come back? Why don't you die outside!"
Wang Quan said nothing.
He didn't come to kill people, he just wanted to ask the other party about the village in a calm manner. Feng Ajiu was young and obviously didn't know many things.
Of course, it was a friendly inquiry. Even if the other party did not cooperate, he would not kill anyone.
After spending some time with Feng Ajiu, he felt much better.
He didn't speak, and the woman in the room seemed to notice something and didn't speak.
After a while, the woman's voice in the room became alert, "Who are you?"
At the same time, the door was opened a crack, and it seemed that someone was looking out.
Wang Quan took a deep breath and smiled: "My surname is Wang, I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder.
Is there someone behind me?!
He turned around in shock, only to see a woman wearing a black cheongsam, holding a folding fan covering the lower half of her face, walked past him, and kicked open the door.