MTL - Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding-Chapter 26 help the old lady home

  Chapter 26 Help the old lady go home

  At noon, Ji Que was a little confused for a moment.

  He lost something again, and the frightening thing was that this time it was not silver, but biscuits.

  Grandpa passed it on to him, and it can be exchanged for his wife's biscuits.

   He was clearly placed in the deepest part of the second layer of the cabinet, but he disappeared.

  Damn it, are there any thieves these days who don’t steal money but steal moldy biscuits?

  Ji Que was sweating.

   This is not a question of wives or not, but a matter of face and reputation.

  Even if he wants to divorce, he doesn't want to be misunderstood as a rude person. After all, it sounds unreliable to lose such an important token.

   At that time, it's fine if I get gossip, maybe the old man who made the marriage contract at the beginning will also be affected.

   Tang Yi, who came to eat dinner, sat on the deck chair outside, looked at Ji Que's anxious expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

   "I lost the biscuits." Ji Que said.

   "The half of the biscuits that can be used to get married?" Tang Yi asked doubtfully.

   "That's right, moldy biscuits can be stolen, so the thief is sick." Ji Que said sullenly.

   "Will you put it somewhere else?"

   "I have kept them well all the time, how could I misplace them!"

   "I just want to remind you, why are you attacking me?"

   "Did I do anything wrong?"

   "I see that you are so anxious that you want to hit me, why don't you take a look at the basket hanging on the wall?" Tang Yi said unhappily.

  Ji Que walked over to take a look, and found that the biscuits were really there, couldn't help but said happily: "It's really here! A Yi, how do you know?"

  The biscuits were found again, Ji Que clutched his chest, feeling like a false alarm.

  At this moment, he discovered that the words "false alarm" are the best idioms in the world, and they are a hundred times more beautiful than cheerfulness, colorfulness, and smooth sailing.

  Looking at Ji Que's appearance as if he had found a treasure, Tang Yi said angrily: "Hmph, you drank that night and insisted on telling me about sesame seed cakes. After you finished talking, you put them there and fell asleep."

"I see."

  Ji Que was completely relieved. After carefully putting away the biscuits, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen, saying, "Ayi, what do you want to eat today?"

   "Don't eat." Tang Yi said with a dark face.

   "Why don't you eat?"

   "You hate me! You put things in disorder but you kill me. After all, you're a shameless person!"

   As he spoke, Tang Yi climbed over the wall and left.

  Ji Que froze there with a dazed look on his face.

  Why did I forget my righteousness when I see sex?

  But Tang Yi must be really angry. He didn't come when he called him after finishing the dishes.

  I just became a little anxious when I was in a hurry, is it necessary?

   This is so childlike, he is also angry!

   On this day, the arrogant two ignored each other.

   As a result, the next morning, the two sat together and ate tofu brains.

  In the end, the little awkwardness between the two ended with Ji Que paying the bill.

  In the afternoon, when Ji Que was standing there being criticized by his husband, Tang Yi next to him couldn't help laughing again, and he smiled very nicely.

   That strange feeling reappeared.

  So after coming out of the academy, Ji Que couldn't help asking: "Well, Ayi, I was drunk that night and didn't hear clearly, do you have a younger sister or older sister?"

   "No, get out!"

  In the evening, Ji Que was walking on the way home, paying careful attention to the dog **** that might appear under his feet.

  In front of him, a painful moan suddenly came, which startled him.

  An old woman fell on the road, the wooden stick fell aside, and she couldn't get up for a long time.

  The bad luck-ridden Ji Que naturally moved away from the old woman.

  He didn't have much money, so he probably didn't dare to help it.

  So, he naturally stuck to the wall and walked over.

  Behind him, the old woman's painful groans continued. Ji Que looked back, and even found some faint bloodstains, which didn't seem to be pretending.

   So, he came back again.

  The old woman looked at him, her face pale and pained.

  Ji Que saw it and said, "Old man, where are you hurt?"

  The old woman blinked her eyes, showing cloudy eyeballs, and said, "Leg, I fell on my leg, and I can't use my strength."

   "Where is your home, may I call someone over for you?"

   "The old woman lives in Nishui Lane, my son is not with me, there is only one person."

  Ji Que said: "Grandma, then I'll carry you to the clinic."

  The old woman shook her head and said, "Young master, please just take me home. My injury will be healed and I won't need to spend any money."

  Ji Que nodded, pulled up a burst of Tai Chi strength, and carried the old woman on his back.

  The old woman lay on Ji Que's body, her eyes lit up, and she showed a wicked smile.

  At this time, Ji Que said: "Old man, let me tell you first, if you blackmail me, I will even beat the old man."

  The smile on the old woman's face disappeared suddenly, and she said weakly: "Young master, don't worry, the old woman is not like that."

   At this moment, the old woman only felt her body shake.

   With a clatter, a pair of wet red underpants hit the scholar's feet.

  In the small courtyard next to it, a couple was quarreling and fighting, so they even threw out the freshly washed underwear.

  The old woman just heard the boy say "It's dangerous." But the next moment, a voice similar to "Holding!" sounded again.

  The teenager scraped up in the grass beside the road with the soles of his shoes.

  He stepped on shit!

  After that, the old woman was stunned.

   This place is less than a mile away from Nishui Lane. First, the boy was almost hit by a pair of underwear, and then escaped a teapot filled with boiling water. Then, he stepped on **** twice.

   Isn’t this luck too.

  For a while, the old woman who was carried on her back became nervous.

   Fortunately, it didn't take long for Mushui Lane to arrive.

  It was dusk at this time, and the setting sun was like blood.

  The outline of the house is shrouded in a thin layer of light, like a veil, and the narrow alley is even darker.

   Ji Que returned to the residence with the old woman on his back.

  The whole house is not big, only a hall and a back room.

  When the old woman was carried on his back, Ji Que smelled a strong old man's smell, and the smell became more obvious in this dark room.

  The old woman was put on the chair, looking weak.

  Seeing this, Ji Que asked, "Old woman, do you really want to find a doctor?"

  The old woman shook her head and said: "It's just a flesh injury, just take a rest, young man, sit down, and I'll boil a pot of hot water to make tea for you."

   As she spoke, she was about to stand up with a bamboo stick.

  Ji Que hurriedly said: "Don't bother, old man, you should rest more."

   "How can this work? If my son knows that I have neglected a kind person, he will blame me." The old woman stood up and said.

   "No need, old man, I still have something to do."

   Saying that, Ji Que walked out of the house.

   As a result, at this moment, only a bang sound was heard, and the door that was originally open was suddenly closed.

  Behind him, the old woman's voice came coldly—"I said my son would be unhappy if he found out, how dare you leave?".

  Ji Que turned his head, and saw the old man standing there, with a lot of brown spots on his face at some point, as if there were many maggots lying on it.

  The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot, and the smell of the elderly in the room became more and more intense.

  Ji Que couldn't help asking: "Old man, you and I have no grievances or enmities, and I'm still kind enough to help you. How can I leave?"

   "At least give me back my son's silver." The old woman stood in the shadow of the room and said coldly.

  Every time her son is mentioned, her voice is filled with a suffocating sense of doting, as if her son is the emperor of the world, and no one can violate it.

  Hearing the word "yinzi", Ji Que's expression became serious all of a sudden, and he said, "It's good not to blackmail people, why don't you keep your word, you old woman?"

  The setting sun was like blood, reflected on the pale window paper, and for a while, the stench in the room became stronger

  (end of this chapter)