Hearing this analysis, Chen Pipi was shocked at first, and then got angry. She felt that her self-esteem was hurt. She stared at Ning Que with a dark face, and refused to admit anything. She lowered her voice and sternly scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame me."
I’ll slap you to death with one palm. If you’re a small character like you, don’t show off your little cleverness!”
The fat genius boy's expression was solemn, and he really looked down on the world. However, Ning Que showed no fear. He leaned against the wall, looked at him with a smile, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Chen Pipi opened her mouth slightly, wanting to reply arrogantly, but she couldn't say anything, so she had to lower her head and look at her toes.
Ning Que looked at him with interesting eyes and continued to ask: "You have killed chickens before, right?"
Chen Pipi lowered his head and put his hands behind his back. His fingertips touched them lightly with difficulty. He pursed his lips tightly and refused to answer the question. He twisted his fat body left and right, like a dead child who had been wronged and had his self-esteem hurt.
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Ning Que laughed, looked at him and sighed and said: "Except for accidentally stepping on a few ants on the road, your white and tender hands have never been touched by a drop of blood... Then don't imitate others' use of life and death.
This kind of thing threatens people. It has no power and only makes people laugh. I would like to remind you that you should not go around talking about me."
After hearing this lesson, Chen Pipi covered her face with her sleeves and walked away in shame.
It was still morning, and he could still go to the study room to attend classes, but he had just returned from the hell of death, and his body and mind were extremely tired and weak. Ning Que would not play the role of an obedient good student. Moreover, in his vague memories of yesterday, there was a vague feeling.
At one point, the female professor agreed to take a leave of absence for him, so he decided to go back to his home in Lane 47 to rest.
Using the big black umbrella as a staff, the seriously injured young man slowly walked out of the old house, hunched slightly like an old man doing morning exercises, and walked away from the edge of the wetland in the morning light. He walked through the quiet side alley and walked outside the main entrance of the academy.
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Outside the simple stone gate of the academy is a large, beautiful, felt-like blue meadow. Hidden in the middle of the meadow are more than ten driveways made of stone slabs. Many flowering trees are planted irregularly on the edge of the driveway and in the depths of the meadow. It is midsummer.
, the flowers on the tree have long been awakened by the dense and tender branches.
Opening his eyes and confirming that he was back home, he took a deep breath. The lingering fear hidden deep in his heart finally spread out, making him feel that his hands and feet were a little cold.
Staring at the translucent glazed tiles on the roof, he was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said: "In recent days, I have mentioned to you the academy student named Chen Pipi... Please remember it for me, I owe this guy a
Life, the right time and the right place in the future...remind me to find a way to return it to him."
At this time, Sangsang was pouring boiling water into the bucket, preparing to wipe his body. Unexpectedly, he woke up. Hearing this, he was startled, sat down next to him and asked doubtfully: "Why return it?"
"Although I don't know what that guy did, he should have saved my life. I have told you many times that there is nothing more important in this world than your life and mine. In this case, then
No matter how much it costs to repay him in the future, it will be a matter of course."
Then he looked at Sangsang's thoughtful little face and reminded with a smile: "But we can't repay it with our lives."
"Master, what happened?" Sangsang stared at his still pale cheek and asked softly and seriously.
"The tea master was a practitioner. I was seriously injured. In the end, I only remember passing out on a street. As for what happened next, I... I'm not very sure."
Ning Que thought about the series of wonderful encounters from yesterday morning to this time, especially those vague feelings when he was unconscious. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he frowned and repeated: "I really don't know what happened.
What."
"Make something to eat. I'm a little hungry." He didn't like this situation where changes were happening to his body but he didn't know anything about it. After frowning and thinking about it, he didn't want to discuss the matter anymore.
Suddenly he thought of a question, looked at Sangsang with a begging look on his face and said, "I don't want fried egg noodles or fat sausage noodles, let alone the hot and sour noodle soup left yesterday. In such a hot weather, they will all go rancid..."
Seeing from the fact that I was so seriously injured and almost died, young master, let’s pay for a good meal tonight.”
Sang Sang's nose felt sore at what he said, and she thought to herself that I am just a little maid, how dare I detain you so harshly every day? Why don't I think that if the young master wants to marry the young mistress in the future, I have to save some money for you.
"I gave the coachman ten taels of silver..."
She lowered her head and said softly: "When you were asleep, young master, I went to the antique shop next door to ask the proprietress for a bowl of pickled radish. I poured it into the pot and stewed it with the duck. It will be ready in a while."
After saying this, Sang Sang picked up the hot towel from the bucket and twisted it, then put it within Ning Que's reach and walked out of the house. Her slightly reddish hands gently touched her apron.
Wiped it.
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Giving the coachman ten taels of silver - Sangsang wanted to tell the young master through this sentence that although she was young and frugal, she was not a little maid who didn't care about the importance. When it was time to spend the money, there was nothing to be reluctant to do.
Ning Que lay on the bed and looked at the busy little body outside the window. Thinking of the annoyance hidden in her previous words, he couldn't help but laugh. However, he didn't expect that Sangsang saw him leaning on the bedside.
He quickly walked to the window, said angrily, "Have a good rest," and closed the outer window tightly.
The light in the room suddenly became very dim. Except for the glimmer of light from the glazed tiles above his head, there was only a warm candle that Sangsang had lit on the table in advance, quietly accompanying him on the bed.
Ning Que looked at the candlelight on the table quietly, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.
The tea master Yan Suqing is a practitioner. This hidden factor severely undermined his plan. If he had not been ruthless and lucky enough, he might have died in the lakeside house, and there would be no way he could have escaped to that street, let alone the chance to be in the academy.
Hidden for a night, and then met Chen Pipi, the little magic stick of Xiling.
During the time when he was unconscious on the street, he knew that something must have happened. Otherwise, he could not explain why the wounds on his body healed, nor could he explain the pain caused by the invisible spear on his chest. However, he did not know what happened at that time.
What did Chen Pipi do to herself?
His thoughts were stagnant, his body was exhausted, and he was covered in sweat in the hot summer. He felt that the skin on his body was sticky and a little boring, so he wanted to wipe it, but when his hand was about to touch the wet towel, he froze.
Because he suddenly found that there seemed to be a slight obstacle between his fingers and the wet towel.