Liang Yuanque asked Zhuang Youjie to hold on to the chair on the table as he was about to jump off.
Zhuang Youjie held up his chair obediently, but something went wrong on Liang Yuanque's side.
He didn't estimate his position when he jumped down. He didn't jump onto the chair at all. He fell to the edge of the table with a clang, and then fell to the ground again.
"Holy crap!" He shouted in pain, trembling on the ground and arching his back.
"Oh, are you okay?" Zhuang Youjie was startled and hurried over to pull him.
This was the first time he had seen Liang Yuanque fail on his own. As expected, no matter how skilled he was, he was afraid of accidents.
Liang Yuanque, who was grinning in pain, was helped up by Zhuang Youjie. While rubbing his waist, he gave Zhuang Youjie the cloth in his hand.
"Look what words are embroidered on it."
Zhuang Youjie helped him sit aside and held up the cloth to look at it.
This kind of fabric is very coarsely woven, so it is very thin and transparent. It is generally used by ordinary people to make summer clothes or underwear.
On one corner of the fabric, a crooked Chinese character "彦" was embroidered with white thread.
The reason why this word is crooked is not because the embroiderer's embroidery skills are poor. On the contrary, judging from the stitches, the embroiderer's skills are very exquisite.
"Maybe it's because she can't read, so she embroiders the words like this when she embroiders them."
Zhuang Youjie looked at the cloth and analyzed Liang Yuanque.
The words on this piece of cloth look like those written by a child who is just learning to write. Naturally, this is caused by the inability to write.
Liang Yuanque looked at him with praise, "Very good, Master Zhuang, your level is getting higher and higher."
Zhuang Youjie's proud little tail raised up again, "After all, I've been hanging out with you for so long. I'm not a bad partner, right?"
"Not bad, not bad," Liang Yuanque smiled and patted her, "I'll catch up with my previous partner soon."
Zhuang Youjie didn't know what happened, but suddenly he felt disappointed.
"Ah, it turns out you had a partner before."
And judging from what he meant, his former partner should be much more powerful than Zhuang Youjie.
Zhuang Youjie felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Liang Yuanque seemed to see his thoughts from his expression, so he quickly comforted him,
"Don't be sad, you have your strengths too."
"What are your strengths?"
Liang Yuanque really didn't expect that he would continue to ask. He gritted his teeth and thought for a moment.
"You, at least you are richer."
Zhuang Youjie almost raised his eyebrows in anger when he thought that all the banknotes he had accumulated for a long time had gone into his pocket.
"You still have the nerve to say that you didn't just come here to cheat me out of money?"
Liang Yuanque felt guilty, he laughed twice and took the initiative to help him get a towel.
"Oh, don't think about this. Come and take a shower. The water will be cold if you drag it for a while."
Zhuang Youjie grabbed the towel and said, "Changing the subject is of no use to me!"
Liang Yuanque glared, "Go and wash it quickly, or I'll beat you up!"
Well, it worked this time. Zhuang Youjie bared his teeth behind his back and went to pour water for a bath honestly.
He told Liang Yuanque not to look at it, but he always felt that the blood painting on the wall behind him was staring at him.
Liang Yuanque scolded him for trouble and helped him blow out a candle. The room became darker for a moment, and the blood paintings on the wall were hidden in the darkness.
Zhuang Youjie carefully took off his clothes and scrubbed his body. He didn't bring much change of clothes when he went out. He felt like mushrooms were growing on his clothes all the way from Shuizhai.
Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Liang Yuanque - the other party also kept his promise and looked up at the sky, and even covered his eyes with the small piece of cloth.
He changed clothes once at least, but Liang Yuanque had been wearing this white shirt since he was in Shuizhai.
But not only did he not have any body odor on his body, even the collar of his white shirt, which is most easily stained, was not yellowed.
The only thing is that the cuffs of the shirt are a little black, which is caused by dust from other places.
This is really strange. Does he know any exercises that can cleanse the body?
Zhuang Youjie scrubbed himself randomly and quickly put on his clothes.
Liang Yuanque put away the piece of cloth, blew out the light and told him to go to bed.
For the first time, Master Zhuang's good sleeping habits had problems. In this gloomy Lin Mansion, he always felt uncomfortable all over. How could he fall asleep smoothly?
Especially after listening to the story of the old lady of the Lin family, thinking about what happened in this room makes me even more uncomfortable.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the second Mr. Lin in his imagination rushed towards him with his mouth wide open.
Disgusting, really disgusting.
He couldn't imagine how a bad old man would treat a beautiful little girl, especially a pregnant woman.
Is it possible for humans to bite off a toe and swallow it?
Zhuang Youjie thought that the eldest brother and the third lady he met on the train had said that the second master was disemboweled when he died. Could it be revenge for his previous actions?
If we think about it this way, will the causes of other people's deaths also be related to their previous actions?
I don’t know if Ah Que has thought about it, Zhuang Youjie thought, got up and looked at Liang Yuanque on the other small bed.
He lay there soundlessly, not sure if he really fell asleep.
Zhuang Youjie lay down, still thinking wildly, and began to wonder who had placed the piece of cloth that A Qiao took from the beam.
And what does the word embroidered on the fabric mean? Does it refer to a person or a place?
His thoughts could only go here, and if he thought further, he could only come up with a lot of doubts.
"Aque, that piece of fabric..."
"If you can't sleep, just shut up and watch the sky, or I'll do you a favor and knock you out."
Before he could finish speaking, Liang Yuanque interrupted him.
Zhuang Youjie pursed his lips and kept silent, slowed down his movements and lay down gently.
But after only a short while, he couldn't hold it back anymore, "Aque, when will we go see the body tomorrow?"
"I'll go over and knock you out."
After hearing Liang Yuanque's "threat", Master Zhuang finally remembered, shut up and lay down.
Although he couldn't fall asleep, human energy was limited after all. Around early morning, he became sleepy and dazed. He seemed to be asleep and awake, and he barely took a rest.
The next day, when it was just dawn, there was a knock on the door. When I listened carefully, it turned out to be Xiaolinzi again.
"Mr. Liang, have you gotten up?"
Liang Yuanque rubbed his eyes and went over to open the door with a displeased look on his face.
"What are you doing again?"
Xiao Linzi outside the door was fully dressed and still had a simple and honest smile on his face.
"Mr. Liang, the old lady asked me to take you to the cemetery."
Zhuang Youjie, who had not slept all night, also came over yawning, looking puzzled at the sky with stars still shining outside.
"Does it have to be so early?"
Xiao Linzi looked very energetic, "Yes, after all, the journey is long, we have to start early."
His face was full of sincerity, and there was no fault in it.
