When I was in Yan's house, my soul was numb with fear.
Xiang Fengyu, who had experienced many kinds of shocks throughout the day, calmly followed the owner of that arm and looked over.
Just kidding, can ghosts be as scary as Yan Xingyue?
"Eh?"
The woman was barefoot, with long hair hanging down her back. She was haggard and surprisingly thin, but her eyes were unfocused, and she looked a bit foolish.
But she was dressed very cleanly, and it was obvious that someone was taking good care of her.
Xiang Fengyu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect to see a living person here.
[System, this is...]
The system scanned the woman's body and confirmed her identity.
[She is Yan Xingyue’s mother]
Xiang Fengyu was even more confused.
Yan Xingyue’s mother?
The original book never mentions that Yan Xingyue's mother is still alive. Doesn't it mean that there is only one male protagonist left in the Yan family?
She looked obviously suffering from mental problems, and she just held onto Xiang Fengyu's wrist in a daze.
The system continued: [Half of her soul is gone, leaving only an empty shell, no different from the walking dead]
Xiang Fengyu glanced at her bare feet and hesitated: "Auntie, it's too cold here, shall we go back?"
Raising his hand to close the window that faced the cold wind, Xiang Fengyu pulled her gently. The woman did not struggle and allowed her to hold him.
It was late at night, and there was no heating in the mansion. Xiang Fengyu was wearing the plush slippers he brought from Xiang's home, and he felt a cold chill going straight to the soles of his feet.
Turning her head to look at the woman's bare feet, she thought of the crazy woman in the ward next door who often gave her sweets, and then she squatted down and carried her on her back.
"Auntie, hold on tight."
Weighing the woman's light body, Xiang Fengyu carried her towards his bedroom.
Hope Yan Xingyue is still in her room at this time.
Xiang Fengyu's hope was in vain.
The light in her room was still on, but Yan Xingyue was gone, and the set of pajamas she originally put on the bed was gone.
Putting Mrs. Yan on her bed, Xiang Fengyu said distressedly: "Can't you turn off the lights when you go out? The electricity bill is so expensive."
Mrs. Yan sat quietly on the bed, not responding at all to Xiang Fengyu's words, her eyes were dull, and she didn't know where they landed.
Xiang Fengyu rummaged through the suitcase, found a pack of wet wipes and knelt down to wipe Mrs. Yan's feet.
Looking at it, I discovered that there were many small wounds on the woman's feet. They were all new, as if they had been done just now.
"Hello, auntie, my name is Xiang Fengyu, and I'm staying here recently. I'm sorry that I didn't know you were at home before, and I'm just saying hello to you now."
After a pause, she didn't pause when she didn't get a response from the woman, and continued: "Are you hungry? Have you had dinner? I haven't eaten. I'm very hungry now. I really want to eat roasted sweet potatoes... "
When Xiang Fengyu was talking to herself, she didn't notice that the door that was originally closed quietly opened a gap.
When Yan Xingyue saw the figure sitting on the bed, a cold light burst out from his dark eyes that were usually emotionless.
Like a beast that has been touched with reverse scales.
But when he saw clearly the movements of the girl squatting on the ground, his eyes paused and seemed a little confused.
Xiang Fengyu inside continued to say: "Auntie, it's so late and I don't know where your room is. How about you stay here all night?"
She really didn't have the courage to go to Yan Xingyue.
He helped the woman lie down on his bed, covered her with a quilt, and said to the woman who was staring blankly at the ceiling, "You go to sleep. I'll type on the keyboard as gently as possible."
After saying that, I took my laptop and sat at my desk not knowing what I was doing.
Yan Xingyue stood quietly outside the door like a shadow, looking at the woman sleeping on the bed with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Mom likes her.
Yan Xingyue lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and left quietly.
Standing in front of the refrigerator, he paused briefly and then opened the door.
The people who were tied inside were trembling all over when they saw him.
A hint of surprise flashed in Yan Xingyue's eyes.
She obviously saw it but acted like she didn't know. Should I call her indifferent or sensible...
Thinking of Xiang Xia's phone call, Yan Xingyue kept playing with the knife in his hand, scaring the thief to the point of peeing.
The devil must be wondering where to start cutting his flesh! !
...
Uncle Wang rubbed his hands. Seeing that there were no more customers at this time, he planned to close the stall.
But I heard a beeping sound in my ear.
Someone scanned his payment QR code.
When Uncle Wang raised his eyes, he met a pair of black eyes that almost melted into the night.
The young man was very tall, wearing only a gray sweater. He was a little thin, but he had a beautiful face that made the bleak night scene come alive.
Uncle Wang has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a good-looking young man.
"Want a baked sweet potato."
He heard the person in front of him speak softly.
The tone is a bit muted, but it's not unpleasant. Instead, it has a unique charm.
"Oh...Okay, here we go!"
Uncle Wang came to his senses and muttered something strange while picking a sweet potato neatly.
Why is there a smell of blood? Did someone kill some livestock? It’s so unlucky in the middle of the night...
Night is the best muse for novel authors.
Xiang Fengyu took off with his fingers, establishing the basic framework of the world that was just beginning to take shape in his mind word by word.
As I was getting excited about writing, two knocks on the door suddenly came from behind me.
In the dead of night, the sound was so sudden that it startled Xiang Fengyu.
He turned his head and glanced at the woman on the bed. She closed her eyes at some point and fell asleep quietly. Xiang Fengyu stood up and opened the door——
There was no one outside the door.
Just as she was thinking something strange, her eyes flickered and she suddenly saw something on the door handle.
"Eh?"
The slightly scalding temperature enveloped her hands, which were numb from the cold. The sweet smell penetrated straight into her nose, and her neglected stomach began to protest.
Looking at the roasted sweet potato in his hand, Xiang Fengyu was stunned for a moment and then was surprised.
"If I forgive Concubine Yue just like that, will I be arrogant to him?"
