It was really Mr. Lang who I had met several times at the Zhu family. He was taking out a silkworm chrysalis-like bag from his high-end-looking backpack and laying it on the flat ground at the door of my hall.

I opened the zipper and prepared to lie down in it. I instantly lost my composure!

What a strange person this man is, a very wealthy young man. Not only does he bring a complete set of camping equipment with him when he goes out, he looks like he wants to stay in this small mountain village and never leave!

I watched his every move outside through the crack in the door. When he lay down in the sleeping bag and was about to zip it up, the zipper was broken, and the other person was half stuck in the sleeping bag and half outside. It was really a dilemma...

I finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud...

How should I put it, that is, I feel that the man outside, who seems to have some strength, is really not a threat anymore, not to mention that I still have a kitchen knife in my hand.

I stood up and opened the door of the hall. The weapon in my hand reflected the cold light and stood in front of Lang Hongyi. "Master Lang, can you tell me the real reason why you came to my house so late at night?"

I am very proud of this posture now. What's wrong with being taller? I changed the angle and look down at you like a sister.

My impression of this person is not very bad. If it weren't for the wrong node and time for his appearance today, I would still treat him politely. After all, when the ghosts suddenly broke out, it was this person who took action and saved the two of us.

indivual.

Lang Hongyi may have noticed his embarrassment, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Maybe my questioning was too straightforward, so the taciturn young man had to explain himself to change the misunderstanding that had been caused.

"I could have arrived around evening time, but the car broke down on the way, so I walked over and showed up at this time. I didn't mean any harm!"

I didn't say anything, just stared into his eyes and carefully observed the changes in his expression.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Lang Hongyi added, "I'm here just to look for your makeup artist."

I was a little confused, so I asked, "Someone of your relatives or friends has passed away and you need to find a makeup artist?"

He shook his head honestly, "No, but I brought something, it's in the inner pocket of my backpack... As I am now, you can take it yourself."

Lang Hongyi's body was completely wrapped in a sleeping bag, and the zipper was broken from his shoulders to his neck, so now it's not too much to say that he was the same as a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered. I didn't hesitate and did it directly in front of the owner.

There were a lot of things in the backpack, and they were also very miscellaneous. They were all electronic equipment, bottles, cans, wallets, documents, etc. I wasn’t curious about anything else, but just followed what he said and found the single one on the innermost layer.

Pocket, open the inner safety zipper, and pull out the only neatly folded piece of paper.

At Lang Hongyi's signal, I opened it and took a look. I had seen this thing before. It was the note that Uncle Wu took out to speculate on Master Lang's horoscope. There were slight differences on it, but I didn't understand it.

"Your horoscope? Do you know what's going on in it?"

"I know, it is precisely because of this that I came to see your makeup artist. To be specific, I came to see you. I also want to meet Master Wu. I think he is the elder of your family."

Regarding this point, I was noncommittal and implicitly believed what he said.

The car broke down on the way here, so he could only walk. It was a good high-end sleeping bag. When he lay in it, the zipper would get stuck, and he would be wrapped in it and unable to move.

I have never seen anyone so unlucky, and I can't help but sympathize with this person.

Putting down the kitchen knife, I wanted to help him unzip the zipper first so that he could talk more comfortably, otherwise it would be quite awkward.

But things obviously didn't go as smoothly as I thought, "What kind of fake product are you talking about? This zipper can't be opened no matter what!"

For a man like me, my fingers were sore when I pulled it, but I couldn't even open or break the zipper. I have to admit that the quality of this shoddy product is really good!

"Use a knife!"

The owner of other people's belongings has said this, so why should I be polite? I will just use the kitchen knife!

I was careful in the destructive dismantling. I knew this person's bad luck. If I accidentally killed him, I would die unjustly.

It took me a long time to release Lang Hongyi from the sleeping bag.

He stood up calmly and extended a big hand to me, "Let me formally meet you. I am Lang Hongyi."

I didn't show any pretense, I stretched out my hand and shook his hand, "Master Lang, nice to meet you, Ye Sanman!"

After greeting people into the main room, we sat on one side in a polite manner. On the table in the middle was my grandfather's memorial tablet and incense burner, as well as simple tributes, all of which I bought back in the afternoon.

Lang Hongyi was a well-educated man. When he saw his grandfather's tablet, he didn't forget to bow to indicate it, so he sat aside and pretended to be mute.

But I felt that I had been a bit rude to him just now, so I tried to explain, "Just now when you knocked on the door, I misunderstood and didn't respond. It was also the way you came out that was a bit special, so..." and then I used the kitchen knife.

I finally held back my words and was too embarrassed to say them.

"You are a girl living alone. I am taking the liberty."

Now that we have talked about it, I still don't quite understand the purpose of this person coming here. Looking at what he brought, I am even more confused, but I don't ask anymore. I will wait until I take him to Uncle Wu's tomorrow to talk about it.

Thinking that this person had walked for nearly six or seven hours before entering the village, he might be hungry. As a host, I couldn't be too shabby, so I asked, "Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."

Then I thought about the simple ingredients in my house that can only fill the stomach and are not delicious at all. "It's too good. Egg noodle soup can give you two eggs!"

I originally thought that the young master would dislike it or reject it, but Lang Hongyi did not regard himself as an outsider and directly said, "Thank you, I have no dietary restrictions, I am indeed hungry!"

Being as kind as I am, I can only get up obediently, pour him a glass of boiled water, which is the only drink in my house, and then start to light a fire next to the big pot and cook noodles. This is my only cooking skill, and other cuisines have not been lit yet.
Chapter completed!