False evidence

Chapter 65 Fictional Characters
Bai Jing was clearly a regular here and was very familiar with Chen Zudao's habits.

Two large bowls were brought from the kitchen. One of them was only half-filled with a pale red wine when Chen Zudao picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Bai Jing poured another cup, but he snatched it and drank it all as soon as it was poured.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Chen Zudao seemed to come back to life, letting out a gasp and his eyes regaining their liveliness.

My scalp tingles when I see it.

Just by smelling it, you can tell that the alcohol content of this peach blossom wine is definitely not low. These three bowls of wine must contain at least four catties.

Judging from this perspective, based solely on his drinking capacity, he truly deserves the title of 'living immortal'.

Because of the alcohol, Chen Zudao's face was even more ruddy, and it was impossible to tell whether his eyes were red.

He picked up the wine bowl again, took a big gulp, and then looked at me again, "You, aren't you going to have some?"

I meant to say that I was going to drive later, but what came out of my mouth was—"I don't really like sweet wine."

Chen Zudao actually laughed, "You must be very close to your Uncle Ban, even your hobbies are a bit like his."

Bai Jing picked up her wine bowl and clinked it against his. "Ancestor, do you know Uncle Da Ban?"

Chen Zudao turned to her and said, "Of course I know him. Not only do I know him, but you know him too."

"I know him?" Bai Jing asked in surprise.

Chen Zudao then revealed that same comical expression from before, tapping his nose and saying, "Your ancestor is the majority!"

Bai Jing was even more confused.

Compared to her, I felt somewhat relieved, but at the same time I secretly hated myself for being so incredibly unlucky.

The so-called "Uncle Da Ban" was something I made up on the spot.

However, this fabricated title is not without origin.

When Chen Zudao wanted to sit on the hood of my car, I figured that this giant-like old man must weigh at least half a ton.

That's why I casually made up the name "Uncle Da Ban".

No matter how hard I racked my brains, I couldn't believe that such a person, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, actually existed!
Chen Zudao chuckled twice and said to Bai Jing:

“Girl, didn’t I tell you about your grandfather, Lü Xin, before? He and I were closer than brothers. Once, when we were eating at a restaurant, I plopped down and broke the restaurant’s chair. He joked, ‘You, you, how many times have I told you? You’re still so reckless. How could an ordinary chair withstand you? Haha, well then, I’ll give you a new name. Westerners measure weight differently than us. According to their units of measurement, you must weigh half a ton. From now on, I’ll call you Half-Ton!’”

I thought to myself, "Just as I expected."

Through Chen Zudao's two statements, I learned about something else.

It turns out that Bai Jing calling him "Ancestor" wasn't out of disrespect. The title "Ancestor" wasn't based on Chen Zudao's name, but rather meant "Grandpa Ancestor."

That's right. If you count it, the Yuehan Railway was completed and opened to traffic sometime in the 1930s.

Back then, Chen Zudao and Lü Xin were both around twenty-five or twenty-six years old; now Chen Zudao must be almost one hundred and ten.

Bai Jing isn't much older than me, so calling him "Grandpa" is definitely not beneath me.

Mentioning the past, Chen Zudao became somewhat sentimental again, and when he asked me questions again, he seemed very cautious:

"How is your uncle doing now?"

When he asked that question, even Bai Jing couldn't change the subject.

I hesitated only for a moment before saying, "Let's not talk about Uncle Ban yet. We came here because we have something we want to ask you. Let's finish what we need to say first, and then we can talk about our old friend." I was actually being quite impolite by saying that.

To be honest, regardless of the circumstances, just based on age, I should be calling Chen Zudao "Ancestor" like Bai Jing. But for some reason, I just can't bring myself to respect Chen Zudao. Not only that, I also feel a vague, inexplicable aversion to him.

Chen Zudao clearly hadn't expected me to change the subject so obviously. He frowned slightly, and his eyes became one big and one small again.

"What do you want to ask?"

I looked at Bai Jing.

Bai Jing hurriedly said, "Grandpa, we just want to know what hobbies and habits Lü Xin used to have."

Chen Zudao's brow relaxed, and his eyes returned to normal. "Why did you ask so many questions?"

He pointed at me, but didn't say anything more.

I could only say, "It seems that Lü Xin and you are truly friends who have risked your lives for each other. Even if it means hiding your identity, he still wants to use your name 'Da Ban' for himself."

"Hehehe, that's for sure." Chen Zudao laughed naturally, but there was a hint of desolation in his voice.

I vaguely guessed that he and Lü Xin did have a good relationship, but most likely because of something, the two not only parted ways, but Lü Xin even went into seclusion and avoided seeing him.

Bai Jing lowered her eyes, seemingly hesitating about something.

After a moment, she seemed to have made a decision, and raised her wine bowl to clink with Chen Zudao's.

Seeing that she drank it all in one gulp, Chen Zudao naturally also finished his drink.

Just then, Bai Jing said, "Lu Xin died long ago."

Chen Zudao smiled and waved his hand: "Absolutely not."

He pointed at me again: "The idea of ​​using dried peaches to make peach blossom wine was proposed by Lü Xin. No one else in the world knows this method except for him and me."

I know I have no choice but to tell the truth, but the words just get stuck in my throat.

Because, the moment my lips parted, I felt a sense of disorientation again, and a picture appeared in my mind.

I now know that the images I 'saw' in this daze were the result of a tale told through xiangyu (a form of divination).

The scene in the video is extremely horrific.

That's absolutely not what I want to see, and it absolutely cannot happen.

That tragic situation was caused precisely because I told the truth.

So, after hesitating, I changed my mind and said:
“As I said, let’s get down to business first. Whether Lü Xin is alive or dead, or whether Uncle Da Ban is really him, let’s not talk about those things for now. Bai Jing has already told us why we’re here. If it’s convenient for you, then tell us. If it’s not convenient… I think you should keep this wine for yourself.”

Hearing me say that, Chen Zudao not only wasn't angry, but instead clapped his hands and laughed, still pointing at me and saying:

"Look at this kid, look at this! His temperament and personality are just like my brother's, cut from the same mold! Little Bai, I'm sure you won't lie to me. But you must have received the wrong information! This kid is just like him in every way; he must have grown up right before his eyes. My brother is the kindest person. If he were really dead, unless this kid is heartless, he definitely wouldn't react like this when my brother is mentioned. At least he'd shed some tears, right?"

Bai Jing sighed helplessly and glared at me.

I naturally understood that she was blaming me for not listening to her and keeping quiet, and she was also likely criticizing me for being disrespectful to Chen Zudao in my words.

The truth is, I didn't take her look to heart, and I felt that she and Chen Zudao shouldn't continue talking.

Because when Chen Zudao pointed at me and said those words, although I didn't feel dazed, I did "see" some things that were about to happen...

(End of this chapter)