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Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Sister-in-law Qing

Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water

Chapter 10 Sister-in-law Qing

Along the way, Zhang Yi gradually slowed down and his mentality began to calm down.

The reason why he was angry was because his bastard father had ruthlessly abandoned their mother and son in order to be happy with his mistress.

So when Uncle Zeng mentioned Sister Qing, Zhang Yi subconsciously took it in.

Sister-in-law Qing is a pitiful person, isn’t her own mother pitiful?

But now I think about it, what does this have to do with other people? If a scumbag cheats, shouldn't it be the scumbag who should be beaten?

Besides, Mrs. Qing may not be the mistress back then.

"Forget it, let's go and take a look."

The most important thing right now is to understand your own situation.

When you find a way to leave, you must throw the shrine on the altar table into the trash can.

Walking through the alley, the path is paved with blue-grey stone bricks and lined with old houses. From time to time, you can see young people in ancient costumes taking pictures on the roadside with their mobile phones.

Some old people will take advantage of the fact that the sun is still shining to sit in front of their homes, smoke a cigarette, and gather together to talk about family issues.

Walking through the third doorway on the left, you will find a small, single-family courtyard, which looks quite large.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

Zhang Yi walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Who?"

"Hello, I'm here to see Mrs. Qing."

"Sister-in-law Qing?"

"Kaka...buzz..."

The door was opened a crack.

A man in his early forties poked his head out from inside and looked around Zhang Yi warily. When he saw that he was a young man, he asked, "What is Mrs. Qing?"

"A Qing sister-in-law who is an opera singer. I heard she lives here."

The man hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhang Yi's face again, and said impatiently: "What Qingsao, Hongsao, no, hurry up, hurry up."

"Sorry, I looked in the wrong place."

Could it be that what Uncle Zeng said was wrong?

The third door on the left is correct. Go back to Uncle Zeng first to confirm.

Zhang Yi was about to leave, but as soon as he raised his feet, he stopped, raised his ears, and heard someone singing behind him.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all left in ruins..."

There is no instrumental accompaniment, just singing a cappella, with silky-sounding notes, flowing and far-reaching.

"Uncle Zeng said that Sister Qing is a widow who sings operas. Could it be her?"

Zhang Yi followed the sound into the alley and went around to the other side. In the alley, the door of a teahouse was open, and the sound came from inside.

The door of the tea house is a bit old. There is a plastic sign hanging in front of the door, which says "Closed." The sound of music is coming from inside.

Zhang Yi followed the voice and walked in. It was very spacious inside, with a stage in the middle and eight or nine tables placed underneath.

There was a woman on the stage, singing at the top of her voice.

The woman is in her early thirties, has an oval face, big eyes, and is wearing a dark blue cheongsam. She looks like a noble lady in a TV series.

The woman didn't pay attention to Zhang Yi who came in. She was immersed in her own song. When she sang sadly, she pinched flowers with her fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Yi carefully pulled out a stool and sat down, watching quietly.

After the woman finished singing the song, she stood on the stage with her eyes closed for a long time, and then she looked at Zhang Yi: "Sorry, it's not open yet."

"Okay, I'm going to find someone. Is Mrs. Qing here?"

When she heard the word Qingsao, the woman was stunned for a moment and walked off the stage.

"Who are you? What are you doing with Mrs. Qing?"

"My name is Zhang Yi. My father and Sister-in-law Qing are friends. I have something to ask Sister-in-law Qing."

The woman looked Zhang Yi up and down and looked strange: "How old was your father before he had a son like you?"

"Um??"

"If Aunt Qing were still alive, she would be almost eighty-three now. You are only in your early twenties. Even if your father is seventy... haha."

The woman half-suppressed her smile and joked: "He had to be fifty to have a son like you. He is really getting stronger with age, and his sword never grows old."

"Sorry to bother you!"

Zhang Yi's face turned red and he stood up to leave.

"Wait a minute, you're already here, don't leave in a hurry. I'm Aunt Qing's niece. If you want to ask her about anything, tell me. Maybe I'll know too."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and sat down.

"My father has disappeared. He is neither alive nor dead. I heard from the employees in the store that he comes here often, so I wanted to come and find out if there is any information about him."

Zhang Yi's words are half true and half false. Let's first see how much the woman in front of us knows.

"Your father...who is he?"

"Zhang Shulai."

"Are you Uncle Zhang's son?" The woman looked at Zhang Yi in surprise.

"Do you know my dad?"

"Well... I've met him a few times. He is a frequent visitor here. Oh, by the way, he seems to have stored something here."

"What?" Zhang Yi asked.

"have no idea."

The woman shook her head.

"Can you show it to me?"

"Yes, but how can you prove that you are Uncle Zhang's son? There is no proof for what you say. I can't just give you things casually."

Zhang Yi was stumped.

"How about... I go back and get you a death certificate?"

"No need to go to so much trouble. Our team will open the box at eight o'clock tomorrow night. If you come then, I will have a way to prove that you are Zhang Shulai's son."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"I'm not much older than you, just call me Sister Xiuyun. Remember, don't be late at eight o'clock tomorrow night."

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

"I won't send it."

On the way, he thought carefully about the woman's words.

From what Sister Xiuyun said, it seemed that Sister-in-law Qing had passed away many years ago. Then her father often came here to see Sister-in-law Qing, could it be...

Zhang Yi thought it was ridiculous, but then he thought about it. Dai Moli, a female ghost, was still working in the store, so there was nothing strange about it.

"jingle!"

"You're back, you didn't fight, right?"

Dai Moli stepped forward and looked at Zhang Yi, and when she saw that he seemed fine, she was a little disappointed.

Zhang Yi ignored Dai Moli's disappointed look and sat on the chair.

"Uncle Zeng, are you sure you got it right??"

"What??"

"Sister-in-law Qing has been dead for many years, and she is almost eighty years old. Are you sure my father is looking for her?"

Zhang Yi stared at the mirror on the wall out of the corner of his eye and looked at the expression on Uncle Zeng's face.

"Dead?"

Uncle Zeng was shocked: "Impossible, who did you listen to?"

"Sister-in-law Qing's niece."

"Sister-in-law Qing's niece... I haven't heard of your father telling her about her. What's her name?"

"Xiuyun."

Uncle Zeng clasped his nostril with one hand, just waiting to pick out a ball of boogers, and flicked it into the air:

"Xiuyun, Qing Xiuyun, hey, boy, isn't she Mrs. Qing!"

"Is she Mrs. Qing?" Zhang Yi was stunned.

"Hey, I'm afraid you were deceived by that little widow." Uncle Zeng grinned.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't come over tonight. If there are guests, you can deal with them yourself first."

Uncle Zeng stood up and prepared to walk out.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing Uncle Zeng about to open the door and walk out, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered something:

"Uncle Zeng, what if I encounter a particularly difficult customer and I don't know how to massage?"

What happened yesterday was pretty normal, but what if we encounter some difficult guy?

Besides, Uncle Zeng is a very mysterious person. Since he was able to stay in this massage parlor for so long, Zhang Yi didn't believe that he was an ordinary person, so he just took the opportunity to test the waters.

"That's it."

Uncle Zeng thought Zhang Yi was determined to inherit the shop. After thinking for a moment, he took out a small wooden box from under his stool.

The box was opened and there were various bottles and jars inside.

"For simple muscle sprains, use this."

"If you want to relax your skin, use this."

"If your spine feels uncomfortable, use this."

Uncle Zeng simply introduced the three medicinal wines to himself, and pointed to Dai Moli aside.

"With the new little girl you recruited, it's no problem to fool ordinary people."

"Well, Uncle Zeng just taught me some massage techniques."

Dai Moli now looks confident in her massage techniques. Although she has become a ghost, she seems to have found a new way of life here.

Zhang Yi was not satisfied with this answer and continued to ask:

"What if the injury is particularly serious, such as a broken arm or leg, or even a broken head?"

Uncle Zeng raised the frame of his glasses and examined Zhang Yi carefully with his intact eye on the left, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"This situation is the most dangerous."

Zhang Yi lifted his spirits.

"You better pray this guy is a psychopath.

otherwise……

Just go to the psychiatry department of our fifth hospital. After all, you are still young, so don’t give up treatment."

Zhang Yi was stunned.

On the side, Dai Moli covered her mouth and started laughing.

"jingle!"

When he came to his senses, Uncle Zeng had already walked away.

Zhang Yi walked to the mirror and pinched his face: "Crazy? Maybe, you have to know that the customer you pinched is a dead person. You are more crazy than me."

He put the wooden box aside first.

"Moli, I'm going out for a trip. You can look at the store first."

"Oh, okay, come back soon."

"knew."

"jingle."

Zhang Yi walked out and headed to a nearby supermarket.

I won't be able to leave the massage parlor for a while, so I need to prepare some toiletries.

Toothbrush, towel, skin cream.

Plus some snacks.

It's a pity that Dai Moli can't eat it, but she can eat it while watching herself.

Carrying a bag full of daily necessities, he walked to the checkout counter. When he was about to pay, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that he wanted to buy a water bottle. Not only for the convenience of drinking water, at least the next time he took Dai Moli out, he didn't need to borrow Zeng.

Uncle’s thermos cup.

"Sorry, I forgot to buy something."

As he said that, he turned around and walked back. As soon as he turned around, a man caught Zhang Yi's eyes and made eye contact with him.

"Huh?"

I met this man yesterday. He is the owner of the third door.

When the other party saw that Zhang Yi noticed him, he immediately turned his head and pretended not to see Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi didn't think much about it. There was a large supermarket nearby and he quickly jumped past the man.

I went to the shelf and picked out a large-capacity thermos cup, checked out, and left with my things in hand.

"Do I need to buy a new set of clothes too?"

Zhang Yi looked at the clothes he was wearing that had not been changed for several days.

"It's definitely too late to buy now."

The sky outside has begun to get dark, and Zhang Yi starts to mutter in his heart whenever it is night, and he won't go out if he can.

"Forget it, just wash it tonight and it will be almost dry by tomorrow night."

"jingle!"

Pushing open the glass door, Zhang Yi walked in carrying his things.

Dai Moli was giving a spa treatment to a customer at the moment. When she saw Zhang Yi coming back, the customer lying on the massage chair turned his head: "Hey, we meet again, we are quite destined..."

The big guys have built a reward building in the book review area. Everyone...hehe, help me pad the floor, hehehehe

(End of chapter)


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